We started this series with my friend Nii by wondering about Pan-Africanism and African identity. First, we chose to focus on his own country, Ghana, homeland of Kwamé Nkrumah (one of the leaders of the Ghana independence). We made two one-month trips, from North to South and from East to West, without any precise itenerary, yet with those burning questions on self-purpose. This first series is a part of a more important project which will lead us to Algeria (next year), DRC (homeland of Lumumba), Egypt (Nasser), Burkina Faso (Thomas Sankara), and in other countries strongly associated with this movement of Pan-Africanism and African identity.

Twenty four families live in the Hotels Réunis, furnished hotel in the 20th district of Paris. Many of them live together in tiny rooms from 9 to 13m2. By legal decision this hotel had to shut down due to the insalubrity of the accomodations. They are thus squatters in spite of them and are assigned in justice by their owner. For the families without legal papers, they know they're going to be thrown out. During the summer of 2006, some families acquired their legal papers,... some didn't.

Bruno Boudjelal gives us a personal project. In Mona’s summers, the photographer follows children in their play and their laughter. The photos are fragments of dreams, memories of childhood. The choice of black and white frames makes it all a kind of reminiscence of the past. Like setting time for what could not be.

Algerian chronicles of a return (1993-2003) In June of 1993, I traveled to Algeria for the first time to work on a photographic reportage on Alger. This first trip, however, bore much more meaning than I had expected it to. It was the first time I trod the ground my father had before me, the ground I had never known before then. My father is Algerian and my mother French, but my Algerian origins have always been silent up to 10 years ago. I had never encountered the family on my father's side so I was always left in the dark. All I knew of was my father's birthplace, quickly learned glancing over a family register. This was enough to find him though, one day in 1993, in a small village...

In 1998, I decided to start photographing several generations of Maghrebi women in their families. It’s after working on suburbs that I decided to turn my attention to these women. It appeared necessary to me to photograph women, to show the relationship between different generations of women and their reactions to the world in which they are growing. For a long time I thought that I had chosen to turn my attention at these women only because of the culture clash - Western and Eastern - which generates more conflicts between mothers and daughters and more generally between parents and children, but also the one that generates the greatest Europe fears and fantasies. I thought it was high...

Algerian chronicles of a return (1993-2003) In June of 1993, I traveled to Algeria for the first time to work on a photographic reportage on Alger. This first trip, however, bore much more meaning than I had expected it to. It was the first time I trod the ground my father had before me, the ground I had never known before then. My father is Algerian and my mother French, but my Algerian origins have always been silent up to 10 years ago. I had never encountered the family on my father's side so I was always left in the dark. All I knew of was my father's birthplace, quickly learned glancing over a family register. This was enough to find him though, one day in 1993, in a small village...

Under the control of the Military junta of Myanmar, lies down a country named Burma. A secluded country, we know little about the lives of Burmese. This report allows us to take a look on a society with a secular culture and obvious problems.

Far from the community decline of common places, Bruno Boudjelal shows us a population in search of a point of reference. How to live when were not home anymore? Should we rebuild elsewhere, to sublimate? Difficult questions. The photographer paints a portrait of a socio-ethnic group where joy and sorrow emerges from daily life.