A horse climbs in the shallow sea, splashes water, the sky is grey. On his back sits Ghita Jhiate, a Moroccan rider who claims to be in a tradition reserved for long men. Tbourida is called this riding ritual, in which horses, body control and gunpowder become a staging of power. In Chantal Pinzi's image this power has not disappeared. But it is shifted. A woman holds the reins. Not sovereign in the smooth sense, not as a triumphant gesture. Rat…
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A horse climbs in the shallow sea, splashes water, the sky is grey. On his back sits Ghita Jhiate, a Moroccan rider who claims to be in a tradition reserved for long men. Tbourida is called this riding ritual, in which horses, body control and gunpowder become a staging of power. In Chantal Pinzi's image this power has not disappeared. But it is shifted. A woman holds the reins. Not sovereign in the smooth sense, not as a triumphant gesture. Rat…