“Bayonne, 1937”, this time. In the same old photo album which inspired my last post, Photomaton, I noticed a series of photos, obviously taken in the same settings, but dialoguing as well through a touching detail: the photographer’s shadow is visible on each one of them. The two friends photographed each other in the same spots. […]
“Biarritz, 1938” [printemps? automne?] L’identité de la jeune femme me reste inconnue. Mais avoir à sa disposition une série de portraits, ça permet de recomposer ne serait-ce qu’une illusion de continuité temporelle entre les instants photographiques, et de voir par-delà l’image.
As the Seine took over its embankments, with trees metamorphosing into aquatic plants, the urban landscape became the site of an experiment for passers-by: how can one be in the center of the metropolis and yet on unfamiliar territory?
L’hiver à travers une fenêtre de train roumain.
Où l’on retrouve, transposée en clé lisboète, une vieille obsession: le dialogue entre la lumière et la géométrie urbaine.
