Marc Kandalaft


 
« Design is Life.

Herein summarizes the vision of Marc Kandalaft, creative director of Marc Kandalaft Design. More than a vision: a gaze cast on the city, on people, and on our time. Camera swung over his shoulder, he collects outlines, the shapes and curves of bodies, the lines of conflict, the colors of daylight, and the glare of the night. As for his approach, it is refined, meticulous, always in search of meaning and the unexpected.

His lines are highly contemporary, his drawings remain timeless. Timeless… and yet his life is fast-paced, urban, current, and international. Still, he can just as easily stop short to find the poetry in the shadings and textures of concrete, the tenderness of a moment, the particularity of a situation or to immortalize an extremely sexy woman, as would have done, in his day, photographer Guy Bourdin.

Marc Kandalaft has a good eye, it is undeniable. An eye that is curious, instinctive, sharp and sensual. Nothing can escape him. »

Olivia Elkaim, journalist-writer
Paris 2007

MK IS LIKE A HIGHWAY.

Let yourself be guided. Comfortably seated in the front seat, you are a passenger, a spectator of a boundless, moving show. No roof, no steel, no glass, nothing obstructs your view; there is only your reflection in the rear view mirror and the horizon… An unbroken line. You’re moving along. Close your eyes. Listen. Listen to the radio, to Chris Isaac strumming his guitar, his smooth voice, and let “Wicked Game” carry you away; the humming of the engine, the desert, nature.

You have the right to dream. Your body curled up against the red leather seat, accelerating, decelerating, you let yourself be carried away, you are not afraid, there isn’t any danger. The road is long; you do not want it to end. You take a short cut, off the beaten path, among meadows, cornfields, forests, lakes and dunes. You are not sleeping; you want to touch the flesh of the fruit, the dust, the bark of the trees, the wind. You are not sleeping… no… you are dreaming.

Open your eyes. Let your gaze move from right to left, top to bottom.  And you will see the blue of the sky, pure, piercing, the sun’s zenith, its winding yellow lines and the road ahead. A true journey. From one end to the other: space. Red, vivid, infinite.

 

Translation to English: Shannon Gilead


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