Graduated of the school of photography (MI21) of Montreuil sous Bois, Jean-Claude Delalande (Paris, 1962), since, took part in several exhibitions in Paris and Province, and his work has been mentioned many times in the specialized press.
He received many rewards and was, amongst other things, the winner of the contest Nivea For men on the topic “the man of the 21st century” in 2004, he was also selected for "The bourse du talent n°26" in 2005 and n°29 in 2006.
He is now the winner of contest SFR “Young talents” on the topic 'modern life' and 'happiness'
A realistic glance
In spite of his resemblance with Kevin Spacey, we are well far from the Hollywood dreams, on the contrary, Jean-Claude Delalande precipitates us in a universe which wants to be trivial.
Through his characters frozen in moments of the modern life, he returns us to our daily life, our loneliness, our conditioning and our fears. He chose to do it with derision and sarcasm, a bit of poetry and much of humour.
play the game with wonder, even this little boy (his son and his model) leaves us speechless by throwing us to the face the reflection of our own image.
The art of Jean-Claude Delalande is a remarkable work which we can not stop loving because it resembles us… Incredibly astounding! Cendrine Galipot
"For twelve years, he has devoted his leisures to his imagery of the modern couple with the ardour of the authors who respect themselves and produce without too much being concerned with publication. Thus are born the strong works, promised with a recognition which arrives early or late, of right. One often says good book that it makes it possible for the reader to represent the scene, to think it with precision. The compliment is addressed to the photographs of Delalande: to who sees them to make its own novel, a novel of humour where thread the trouble, the rupture and sometimes like a project of escape, even the murder, so much the duplicity of the man with the camera of the artist is strong". Hervé Le Goff - quote fom 'Scènes de la vie moderne' - Images magazine (Novembre 2005)
Two questions to Jean-Claude Delalande
How do you define yourself ?
I am quite a nostalgic, melancholic person who has a real fear of the time which passes, it is in my opinion that why I chose,as means of expression, the photography. The photography which is , I think, the best medium to give to see what is not anymore.
How do you define your work?
My work is a succession of moment of my daily life, a trace of my past which I will like to share with the greatest numbers and especially with my descent. A testimony, a report of fiction on the long run. A kind of family album which we like to glance through on sunday afternoons.
Daily life by Jean-Claude Delalande
It may be that these images are the reflection of a state of mind which is not mine, but the one of a depressed chronic person to whom one would have entrusted a camera. An insane person, who amused by the noise of the retarder, would be immersed completely in its merry narcissism inviting its partners in improbable settings. For more than ten years, I have been this Keatonien character who reminds himself nonstop that time passes and that I remain intact, at least, on the paper. It may be also that all that is not true and that I am struggling against him in order to find refuge in an oneiric universe which would seem more acceptable to me than reality embarking in this play of mirrors, partners, children, friends and family. I then call upon any candidate who would like to follow me to share a small moment of loneliness… Even though these images are created mainly during the blessed periods of the holidays. Holiday houses prepared with care long before, where each detail of this expedition is calculated in order to suceed the snaps necessary to the survival of the series (season 1,2,3,4,5 .........). Don't you think that happiness depends often only on a click? Then why not continue until exhaustion of the inspiration which still teases my spirit. See then this character evolve throughout his adventures, tireless but tired to discover with each snap the passing of time on his face. Or to stop there, loosely, this roleplay, to abandon and pass to another thing. Why not?