Riders
Throughout history, man has paid particular attention to horses. The multiplicity of its unanimously recognized qualities – harmony, speed, robustness, maneuverability, sensitivity – award it the prize of beauty and distinction.
An integral part of man's life and contributing largely to his work and his joys, the horse has remained honored and loved.
This love continues in Algeria where men, especially attached to the purebred Arabian, have applied themselves with patience and energy to protect and improve it.
The celebration of festivals in Algeria is often marked by fantasias, a kind of military exercises performed by horsemen who compete in skill.
Mounted on their richly harnessed and saddled mounts, the riders, in parade attire, move away from the stands to return in a whirlwind of dust, galloping their fast and nervous horses at full speed.
Our riders, packed together boot to boot, stirrup to stirrup, sword and rifle crossed, straight on the saddle, arms outstretched, bridle to the wind, make grand gestures, unload and reload their weapons or throw them in the air to catch them in flight, uttering loud cheers.
Several formations follow one another through a curtain of dust and flaming powder. Added to these movements are the glitter of weapons, the rustling of the wind in the fabrics and the fleeting shine of so many brilliant and multicolored things.
The whole thing offers the viewer a magical vision and immerses them in a festive atmosphere.
An integral part of man's life and contributing largely to his work and his joys, the horse has remained honored and loved.
This love continues in Algeria where men, especially attached to the purebred Arabian, have applied themselves with patience and energy to protect and improve it.
The celebration of festivals in Algeria is often marked by fantasias, a kind of military exercises performed by horsemen who compete in skill.
Mounted on their richly harnessed and saddled mounts, the riders, in parade attire, move away from the stands to return in a whirlwind of dust, galloping their fast and nervous horses at full speed.
Our riders, packed together boot to boot, stirrup to stirrup, sword and rifle crossed, straight on the saddle, arms outstretched, bridle to the wind, make grand gestures, unload and reload their weapons or throw them in the air to catch them in flight, uttering loud cheers.
Several formations follow one another through a curtain of dust and flaming powder. Added to these movements are the glitter of weapons, the rustling of the wind in the fabrics and the fleeting shine of so many brilliant and multicolored things.
The whole thing offers the viewer a magical vision and immerses them in a festive atmosphere.