From September to December 2024, Galerie Miranda will welcome baudoin lebon as "guest gallery", in its space located at 21 rue du Château d'Eau in the 10th arrondissement of Paris. The two galleries will share the walls for a season, taking the opportunity to cross-fertilize their rosters and founders' convictions, both eclectic but united in their defence of strong contemporary and historical signatures as well as a deep connection to Australia. For the first chapter of their partn…

For the last exhibition before summer break, Miranda Salt, gallery director, proposes a selection from the gallery inventory with works by eight contemporary artists whose practise is influenced by the legcy of first woman photographer, Anna Atkins (1799-1871, English), amateur botanist and watercolorist who published in 1843 the first book to be illustrated by photographs, entitled Photographs of British Algae, cyanotype impressions. Atkins presented the algae like a herbariu…

For her second show at Galerie Miranda, Chloe Sells will present her latest body of work that includes a book project with images from her time as one of the last personal assistants to the celebrated cult journalist, Hunter S. Thompson, author of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: a savage journey to the heart of the American dream (1971) and other writings on American politics and life. Sells draws upon this experience to not only depict the intimate home and lifestyle of the au…

For its 2021 group summer show, the gallery is delighted to present selected recent works by three gallery artists in dialogue with the delicate, large format works of Japanese artist Takeshi Shikama. The project is simple: present new, rarely or unseen works by these gallery artists, that exhale the peaceful calm and warmth of summer. Chloe Sells was born in Aspen, Colorado in 1976 and began photographing in 1993. Her work has been exhibited in the United …

Chloe Sells produced these recent works in the Makgadikgadi Salt Pans, in the Kalahari Desert of Botswana. "Driving into the searing heat of the white desert, I watched for the lone palm trees that line the banks of the unfaithful rivers, marking the beginning of the Makgadikgadi Salt Pans. I turned onto a well-worn track that led to an expansive savannah. Carved out of the spiny grasses were two nearly invisible lines that faded as I drove until becoming dust. Just then, a s…