Nabile Quenum foi um fotógrafo francês de moda que morreu durante as festividades natalícias. Conhecido pelo street style, a sua morte chocou o mundo da moda. Segundo o jornal francês Le Journal de Saône-et-Loire, Quenum morreu envenenado com monóxido de carbono.
Aos 32 anos, o francês contava no currículo com marcas como a Vogue e a H&M, mas ficou conhecido pelo seu blog J’ai Perdu Ma Veste. A viver em Paris, França, há mais de 15 anos, Quenum era conhecido pela sua atitude positiva, o sentido de moda apurado e as suas fotografias diferentes e arrojadas.
No fim de 2017, começou com o hashtag #NoFreePhotos, que acabou por se tornar a voz de manifesto de muitos fotógrafos que não são compensados financeiramente nos trabalhos com algumas marcas.
Mensagens de carinho e apoio à família de Quenum começaram a cair nas redes sociais. Amigos e colegas de profissão manifestaram as suas condolências.
Always with a big bright smile on your face and the coolest glasses that you wore at all times. I still remember in Paris ( almost 10 years ago ) when you shot some of the very first street style pictures of my career. Happy I got to farewell your last fashion week dancing it off together back in September, feels like yesterday. Fly high amigo 🙏❤️#rip
Few people could make me laugh like Nabile. ♥️ He was always so alive and so full of energy that the news of his passing seems unreal. I just don’t want to believe it. He was always so kind to me. It’s really hard for me to put together words right now. I will miss you @nabilequenum @jaiperdumaveste ♥️
I am regretful to be the bearer of some extremely sad and troubling news. Today we observe the passing of a colleague and friend to many of us, Nabile Quenum. I learned of this shocking and unimaginable news on January 9th, 2018 and – as I’m sure is the case for many of you – am having a hard time wrapping my head around it. I met Nabile in London in 2013 as he exited the backstage of a show at Somerset House. As was often the case for him then, he was dressed in head-to-toe KTZ and hard to miss. With the aide of his ice-breaking sense of humor, we immediately fell into an easy rhythm which then led to many Fashion Week seasons’ worth of traveling, working, and partying together. As soon as I got to know him I admired him for his passion as well as his work ethic; we’ve shared countless nights of sifting through days’ worth of images until dawn while our friends drunkenly snored around our shared AirBnbs. Today, his book is closed. Nothing could have prepared us for this news. To think that someone I was once so close to could be so far away is an absolutely tragic thought but if anything, this should inspire the rest of us to take a step back. To respect our bodies. Respect our health. Each other. To create lives outside of our work. And think about our futures. This is not a message I write with the intention of being bombarded with condolences. In fact, I request that you do the opposite. Do not DM or text me. Instead, redirect this message to someone you are close to, someone who you care for and someone who may need your kind words. Reach to a friend who is traveling but perhaps feeling lonely. Sympathize with someone who is dealing with a broken heart. Call your parents. Pass on your message to someone who matters to you personally. This is the only moment any of us are to be sure of. I'm sure there is some ridiculously hilarious quote of Nabile's I could share to make everyone smile at the end of reading this…he was a funny dude…But I can't seem to find anything which would sum this all up. None of us were ready to read this today. Just make sure you make the best of the rest of your day, and take this message into tomorrow as well.