Asie du Sud-Est
Mokens: the sea gypsies.
Dubbed the « nomads of the sea », the Moken community, settled in the Ko Surin islands in the north of Thailand, is trying to find balance between the nomad identity and tourism, traditional labor and natural heritage preservation.
Photos and text ©Marc Dozier/LightMediation
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Pyongyang : a flawless scenography ?
Massive buildings, spacious, spotlessavenues, little traffic, colorful posters,an unassuming but busy population,controlled silence, hardly disturbed bythe distant voices of kids rehearsing achoreography… The driver switched offthe engine to gather speed on a shortdownhill; eyes screwed to the window,one doesn’t notice this sort of detail, asattention is focused on the unfoldingsoulless landscape…The capital city of this “rogue state”doesn’t intrude upon the visitor’ssensibilities…
Photos and text ©PVince/LightMediation
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The farmers of the sea in Bali
Indonesia. Bali. April 2007. On the riverbeds of the Island of Nusa Lembongan, throughout the night of the full moon, the entire population is dedicated to the harvest of seaweed. Under the protection of the gods and the stars, lit by lanterns or homemade torches, men and women cultivate the sea.
Sur les traces de la grande cité d’Angkor.
Sur les traces de la grande cité d’Angkor.
A l’aide de technologies inédites, des scientifiques passent au peigne fin les temples khmers. Pour percer les secrets d’une capitale jadis florissante. Le dense forêt cambodgienne s’étend en toile de fond. Au premier plan, les majestueux visages taillés dans la pierre du temple Bayon, à Angkor, contemplent l’horizon. Les ancestrales divinités khmères restent impassibles, pourtant un spectacle insolite se déroulent sous leur yeux. A une vingtaine de mètres du sol, un ovni projette sur le monument un rayon laser rouge. Au sol, le Pr. Katsushi Ikeuchi et son équipe du laboratoire Computer Vision, de l’université de Tokyo, recueillent les données transmises par le dispositif. Leur objectif : scanner l’édifice et faire parler les pierres. Elles livreront peut-être une partie des secrets d’Angkor, l’immense cité qui, jusqu’à il y a près de huit cents ans, s’étendait ici, bien au-delà les temples aujourd’hui photographiés par les touristes.
Aux techniques archéologiques classiques, s’ajoutent désormais le laser multidirectionnel, le spectromètre et autres détections par image satellitaire. L’équipe japonaise pilote un grand ballon gonflé à l’hélium comme un cerf-volant géant. Celui-ci porte le dispositif de mesure par laser à longue fréquence. Lentement, il scanne lentement les statues colossales dans leurs moindres détails. Les données recueillies ces cinq dernières années ont déjà permis au Pr Ikeuchi de réaliser une reproduction virtuelle numérique en trois dimensions du temple Bayon dans son intégralité. Avec une précision millimétrique. En cas d’effondrement de Bayon, les archéologues pourraient le reconstruire à l’identique. L’impact des balles - vestige des guerres - comprises ! …
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Sea Hunters of Lamalera
Their boats are sacred and alive. Their prey is gigantic and dangerous. They are the sea hunters of Lamalera, an isolated village on the tiny island of Lembata, lost in east Indonesia.
Kambo, the look-out has spotted a big prey and screams “Io Bodoh ! Io Bodoh”. Half a mile ahead the boat, a whale shark - the biggest fish in the wolrd - is swimming slowly. Its’ a big one, 30 feet at least ! the crew rows the clan’s “pedelang” with all their strength under a fierce sun shouting an ancient rhythmic chant, “Hilabe, hilabe, hela, hela/hilabe, hela, hela..’ at every stroke. Bapa Ficus eyes are fixed on the whale shark as if willing it to come closer. He is the best ‘lamafar’ or harpooner of Lamalera, a village nested on the southern coast of the island of Lembata. His hands grip the bamboo, he raises the pole that is so long it bends and flexes in the air. He stands up on a narrow, five-foot-long, bamboo-and-plank platform. From this precarious place Bapa takes aim and hurls this body along with the harpoon into the water and stabs the whale shark on the head. The giant fish rears up and dives deep. The harpooner swims back to the boat and is pulled aboard. During the turn back of the pedelang, the shark comes back to the surface and Bapa jump again on the back of the shark.The red blood gush out of the shark. Clutched to the fin, Bap stable the monster to death. Last beatings of the giant tail…
Photos and text ©Jean Robert / Lightmediation
Silolona: sailing in Indonesia
In the heart of the remote Nusa Tenggara islands, Patty Seeery is a remarkable American woman ready to welcome you on board her magnificent boat : the Silolona…
The brown of the Silolona forms a striking contrast with the sparkling turquoise water: warm timber on a picture postcard sea. Six passengers have stepped on board and are there, barefoot, standing stock still on a deck as big as the decks of the pirate ships at the movies in their childhood. Sofas and cushions are ready for guests to curl up beside baskets filled with seashells; but it is already time to raise anchor. The masts crack with the warmth of the sun. A drink is served and a few words of welcome are spoken by Patti Seery, the owner of the boat. Then we set sail, moving across smooth waters. The port of Labuan Bajo, at the easternmost point of the island of Flores, slowly disappears over the horizon and a man in a sarong, holding a conch shell, comes up and perches on the starboard railing. Patti introduces the captain who is about to sing the song to mark the departure - the Silolona song, named after the famous woman who once lived on the island.
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The captive soul of the Mentawai
For the Mentawai, there is no such thing as harmony if the body does not seduce the soul. With filed teeth, tattooed skins, and hair decorated with spiked flowers, these hunters worship elegance. But on Siberut, a lost island off the coast of Sumatra,…
