Californian wilderness: A feeling within

Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>Californian wilderness: A feeling within
Clément Chapillon spent 10 days immersed in the Californian wilderness. The work he created embodies his journey as much as the people and places he encountered along the way
Source: <i><span style="font-weight: 400;">In September 2018, photographers Clément Chapillon, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc03" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Francesca Allen</a>, <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc04" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Brant Slomovic</a>, and <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc02" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Ricardo Nagaoka</a> spent 10 days travelling across California. Commissioned by British Journal of Photography in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>, the resulting bodies of work shed light on the lesser-known sides of the state. </span></i> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It is barely midday in Palm Springs but outside the temperature is already topping 40 degrees. It is an unfamiliar heat and instinct tells you to open the window. I do so and instantly regret it; this is a city where air conditioning is not up for discussion. The landscape is surreal: towering palm trees sway in the humidity; cacti squeeze through pavement cracks; one minute you are driving along pristine tarmac roads, the next dusty, </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">rock-strewn</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> terrain. Coffee spots, diners and shops line the streets – all the tell-tale signs of a bustling city – yet somehow <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Palm Springs feels wonderfully different</a>. It is impossible to figure out where the city stops and the desert starts. There is little distinction; the two cannot be split. Our time here is fleeting – we only have one day – but photographer Clément Chapillon could spend months in Palm Springs and its surrounding areas. “Everything is so photogenic,” he says driving out of the city centre. We both agree that we have never seen anything like it.</span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">It will take us around an hour to drive to Joshua Tree National Park, yet Chapillon has other ideas. For the photographer, the journey is just as important as the destination. Often there is no destination at all. “It is impossible to plan,” he says. “My main process is just to get lost. When I am lost I have these magical moments where I am able to truly connect with the people and the land. If I prepare too much, I cannot be surprised by what I see.” We make multiple stops along the way: a wind farm set against the backdrop of the </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">San Jacinto Mountains</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">, a clearing populated with palm trees with a shipping container in the midst. “It was</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> this very tiny bubble of wilderness in the middle of the city,” recalls Chapillon, describing what drew him to the scene.</span> [caption id="attachment_30586" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30586 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/04ClemAL.jpg" alt="" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Chuck, Usal Beach. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I arrived here after driving along a lengthy and dusty beach road. An event was taking place at the time where a small community meets to spend a few days living together in the wilderness. They sleep outside or in tents and spend their days on the beach. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chuck, a jeweler, was one of these people and I spent almost an hour talking to him about his personal connection to the place. He loves this beach: its nature, its energy." <a href="https://www.clementchapillon.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">clementchapillon.com</a>. </span>© Cl<i><span style="font-weight: 400;">é</span></i>ment Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30601" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30601 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/03ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> A ranch in Sleepy Valley, Los Angeles county. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">This September, the Paris-based photographer spent 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">travelling across California</a>. Commissioned by </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">British Journal of Photography</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">, in partnership with Visit California, Chapillon’s resulting body of work e</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">xplores wilderness in its various forms. </span>The idea for the commission came to Chapillon several years ago when he first visited Los Angeles. “I was surprised by LA,” he says. “I thought it would be a huge city with buildings everywhere. Instead it was<span class="Apple-converted-space"> t</span>his totally crazy landscape – close to the desert, close to forests. One day I took a wrong turn and I ended up in the middle of nowhere, yet I was still in the city.” Chapillon was so struck by what he discovered that he has<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>wanted to return ever since. “This project comes from something personal that I felt here years ago,” he says. “My work always starts with feeling something for a place.” <span style="font-weight: 400;">California's unique connection with the land is deeply ingrained in the state's identity. Home to almost 40 million, it the most populated state in the US, yet nature continues to dominate. California has one of the largest expanses of classified wilderness in the whole country, second only to Alaska. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon, however, is not interested in documenting wilderness as we typically understand it. His series places as much emphasis on urban environments as it does vast landscapes. The photographer searches for liminal spaces with invisible borders, human traces and </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">enigmatic objects found in the middle of seemingly deserted landscapes.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> In <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">California</a>, wilderness is not simply physical untamed land, nor purely a mentality. “It is something stronger," says Chapillon. “It is an energy that </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">drives people's lives, at all times, across the state. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Even in the state’s bustling cities, wilderness remains part of people's everyday consciousness. “In California, it is impossible to escape it,” says Chapillon. Palm Springs – a place where the desert spills into the city at every turn – embodies this narrative perfectly.</span> [caption id="attachment_30603" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30603 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/07ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Magic Mountain truck trail, behind Angeles National Forest. “I could see this landscape in the distance. It was difficult to get close so I parked my car and walked for an hour. I crossed through a village, then a golf course and walked until I reached the top. The view reminded me of the Judean desert in the Middle East, except that it was next to a golf course and a village. I sat for at least one hour contemplating it. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30595" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30595 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/16ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Joshua Tree National Park. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">Piano music is a calming presence as we drive to Joshua Tree. “It is Israeli jazz,” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Chapillon</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> tells me. “I find this kind of music inspiring, it makes me work better.” The photographer travels regularly (his most significant body of work was created over several years in Israel and Palestine), and usually alone. “It is something that nobody talks about but photographers spend a lot of time listening to music,” he says. “For each series I create, I can usually remember the artist I was listening to at the time.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">As far as rituals go, this is telling. Chapillon is a photographer who must be totally immersed in the environment he is documenting. When he is making new work, taking photographs is his one and only focus and as a result he is always present, constantly observing and looking for subject matter that intrigues. During the Meet California commission he gains a playful notoriety for being late. This makes sense: time simply does not matter when he is photographing, it is not in his consciousness.</span> [caption id="attachment_30585" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30585 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/08ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">After a long drive along a dusty road, followed by a lengthy hike, I arrived here: a surreal landscape where volcano meets forest. It reminds me of a surrealist landscape painting." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">For the duration of the <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Meet California</a> commission, Chapillon did his best to get lost every day. Leaving as the sun rose, often he would not return until after sunset. “I </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">find myself lost in the middle of Angeles National Forest, just 30 miles away from the city,” he recalls, speaking of the two days he spent based in Los Angeles. “It was as if I was in the countryside: small houses on yellow-hued hills, desertic roads, farmers. Just after the forest, it is another life – so wild. On my way back, almost in darkness, I took a road from the countryside into the city. I passed bikers who were driving to enjoy the landscape: they probably came from LA, it is only a 30 minute drive from here.” </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">The portraits that form the series are all the result of serendipitous meetings: a classic car enthusiast driving the 1000km stretch along Highway 1; a runner atop a large hill, pausing momentarily to take in the views of LA; a group of people <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">sleeping on the beach, under the stars</a>. “Meeting somebody in a certain place is important. It is kind of magical,” says Chapillon. “It can be difficult because often you walk all day and do not come across anyone to photograph. You have to be fortunate, you have to get lucky.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30588" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30588 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/09ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Suzan. Butte Lake Camp, Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day, I was walking through a campsite where people were preparing to spend an evening in the middle of the woods. It is a very remote area in the park; people go there to find a special connection with the forest. I saw a couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees. I asked this beautiful woman, Suzan, if I could take her portrait. She said yes." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30590" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30590 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/10ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> A ranch on Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">I walked through this forest very early in the morning, around 6 am when the light was very magical." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">At the end of a long day photographing in Lassen Volcanic National Park, Chapillon happened upon Suzan preparing to camp in a secluded area of forest. “</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I saw this couple who were eating, very silently, listening to the sound of the wind in the trees,” he says. “It was this unique moment when the light was disappearing and everything was becoming magical.” </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In his photography, it is important for Chapillon that what he documents is real. </span> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Although a more challenging way of working, he is conscious to never stage a photograph for the sake of composition. “To photograph is to deal with reality. This might be a strict approach, perhaps quite orthodox, but I don’t ever change what is going on,” he says. “I never ask people to look a certain way.” This was true of his portrait of Suzan. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">“In the time it took me to focus the camera and do a light meter reading, she was looking back to the trees with the same look she had when I first saw her,” he recalls. “In her expression you can feel the connection she felt with the trees.”</span> [caption id="attachment_30642" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30642 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-10-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Lassen Volcanic National Park. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">The tree is no longer but there is still an energy, something remains. It is as if this tree is a door to another world." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] <span style="font-weight: 400;">In French there is no direct translation of the word wilderness. “There is a word for nature, and a word for wild, but wilderness does not exist,” says Chapillon, with a tinge of amusement in his voice. For a photographer whose process is wholly immersive – led by instinct and the experience of being lost – creating a project about a concept so alien that it does not exist in your language is somewhat apt. Chapillon has never experienced the full extent of California’s wilderness before. Yet, after 10 days <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">immersing himself in the landscape</a>, he has a greater understanding. The experience of taking the photographs remains just as important as the body of work itself: hours upon hours spent driving along narrow, dusty roads; spontaneous meetings in the middle of the forest; getting lost in the desert as the sun goes down. All with Israeli jazz on his stereo.</span> <strong>Words: Anya Lawrence </strong> <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [caption id="attachment_30592" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30592 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/12ClemAL.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> <span style="font-weight: 400;">Somer. Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino National Forest. "At around 6.30am I was taking a photograph when Somer appeared out of nowhere. She was alone on her quad bike. I spoke with her for a short while: she lives close by in a small village and spends her days working in the forest." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30593" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30593 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/13ClemAL-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Little Tujunga Canyon Road, Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30594" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30594 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/14ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Tom, Highway 1, Mendocino coast. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Tom is a vintage car enthusiast; he also loves the outdoors. He combines the two by taking big drives across California with his friends. This time, he was travelling along the entire stretch of Highway 1. He said to me: “You know, my old car is very slow, so it’s the perfect way to enjoy our Californian landscape.” </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30598" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30598 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/17ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="960" /></a> Golden Valley golf, behind Angeles National Forest. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30599" align="alignnone" width="1200"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg"><img class="wp-image-30599 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/18ClemAL..jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1200" height="1500" /></a> Rocco playing golf in the Presidio of San Francisco. "<span style="font-weight: 400;">Rocco comes to play golf here almost every morning. He loves this place because it’s the perfect way to enjoy nature: walking in between the trees in the forest. It’s his bubble in the city." </span>© Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30643" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30643 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/meet-california-31-sur-33.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1040" /></a> Palm Springs. © Clément Chapillon[/caption] [caption id="attachment_30646" align="alignnone" width="1300"]<a href="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg"><img class="wp-image-30646 size-full" src="https://www.1854.photography/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/19ClemAL.-1.jpg" alt="british-journal-of-photography-clement-chapillon-california" width="1300" height="1625" /></a> Alex. Griffith Park, Los Angeles. "Griffith Park is more than just a park, it is a vast patch of wilderness in the middle of the city. Someone told me that the hike to the top of the hill was the hardest, but also the most interesting. At the top there is an amazing view across LA. It was there that I met Alex, about to run back down. He told me he comes to the park several times each week: 'Running in this wild park is something I need to continue living in this crazy city.'" © Clément Chapillon[/caption] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> [embed]https://vimeo.com/296014915[/embed] <p style="text-align: center;">–</p> <em>Meet California is a British Journal of Photography commission made in partnership with <a href="https://bjp.photo/californiaprojectcc01" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Visit California</a>. Please click <a href="https://www.1854.photography/funded-content-partnerships-at-british-journal-of-photography/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">here</a> for more information on sponsored content funding at British Journal of Photography.</em>