Marc Riboud is the sort of European who reads history in the lines of the people being made or unmade by it. As such, his photographs carry the burden of the past in a way that enlightens rather than shrouds. (Note: I've included his descriptions of photos verbatim.)
Afghanistan, 1956. Fabriques d'armes tribales près de la frontière du Pakistan. Devenu grand ce garçon a-t-il porté les armes, et dans quel combat?
Paris, 1953. Une soeur de Saint-Vincent de Paul drague gentiment un chauffeur de taxi qui, par chance, est libre.
Washington, DC, 1967. March for Peace in Vietnam.
Khyber Pass, Afghanistan, 1955. When I crossed this pass, I hesitated. As I like to travel slowly, the arrow of right attracted me.
Afghanistan, 1955. Near Iranian border, two men watch over one close deceased.
Afghanistan, 1955. On the walls of a craft armory, the daily tools form a still life.
Calcutta, India, 1956. The Indian sun will soon remove Kali's statue and the numerous arms.
