“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.
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Overflow
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?
Winterreise
L’hiver à travers une fenêtre de train roumain.
Lisboa
Où l’on retrouve, transposée en clé lisboète, une vieille obsession: le dialogue entre la lumière et la géométrie urbaine.
Strange
No need for big narratives. Little stories can happen right on our “apéro” table or on the sidewalk. They prove, of course, that the strangest things are not those advertised as such. What do we have here? The deconstruction of a cliché, with a potential for self-help use. Not a broken heart, but a heart […]
