The legend leaves no doubt : It’s after seeing ‘Blow Up’ that Richard Schroeder decided to make rock and movies as a photographer. The movies was rated PG-16, Richard was 15, he kept his word.
He was not yet 20 when the great Jacques Rouchon – his godfather - took him as his assistant and taught him : image maker, a beautiful job. Starting with fashion – Shooting women, which young fellow would complain ? Then very quickly music, the end of the seventies, punks are here, the world changes, The Clash, Bashung, Gainsbourg…
First articles, first album covers, first personal work.
Cinema follows, along with encounters, Lynch, Cronenberg, De Palma… Photographs that we all know, portraits that struck us. More than taking the images, Richard loves the meeting. Spending a few hours with this artist or that writer, actor, director, musician as much as with any stranger, getting to know him, or her, then taking the photograph. That is probably why every photograph is different, as if he was capturing a small part of mystery, secret part, hidden part, digging the human part in each one of us. Shooting stars like strangers and strangers like stars, says he.
Rolling Stone, Vanity Fair, Elle, Paris Match, Première, Le Monde Magazine… Richard’s eye changes with the type – instants are still, not the look. Press images, Movie posters, plays, ads, short-movies, music vidéos, art photographs, black and white passion, but colour research, so many worlds he embraces without ever drowning. Knowing how to renew himself while keeping his style, a rock style, stripped, Dylan on his guitar, sounds of fingers on the handle, index on the release.
Beings with human faces, moving stills, photgraphs still in motion.