Joe Kesrouani posing in the mountains. (Credit: Image taken from Joe Kesrouani's Facebook account)
At the left shoulder of the Albergo Hotel, in an alley lit like a village festival, stood Joe Kesrouani’s apartment and first photography studio. Tucked away on the top floor of a weathered 1930s building, his home was a sanctuary of creativity — filled with paintings, photographs and an atmosphere of deep introspection.Those who knew Joe Kesrouani will remember his tendency toward silence, his kindness, sudden bursts of humor, and that subtle smile that lit up his eyes before reaching his lips. He moved through the world like a photograph of himself, one moment at a time — both presence and memory — often with his head seemingly in the clouds. Music was his constant, framing his space and time. His eclectic taste drew him to marginal artists, whose songs he didn’t hesitate to slip into his DJ sets, curious about the audience’s reactions...
At the left shoulder of the Albergo Hotel, in an alley lit like a village festival, stood Joe Kesrouani’s apartment and first photography studio. Tucked away on the top floor of a weathered 1930s building, his home was a sanctuary of creativity — filled with paintings, photographs and an atmosphere of deep introspection.Those who knew Joe Kesrouani will remember his tendency toward silence, his kindness, sudden bursts of humor, and that subtle smile that lit up his eyes before reaching his lips. He moved through the world like a photograph of himself, one moment at a time — both presence and memory — often with his head seemingly in the clouds. Music was his constant, framing his space and time. His eclectic taste drew him to marginal artists, whose songs he didn’t hesitate to slip into his DJ sets, curious about the...
