What happens when you wake up one day and everything around you has changed?
Are you incorporated in the change, or have you acted upon it? Without being able to define it accurately around you, inside you… Are you taken by surprise or is everything eventually exactly as you imagined, only more inert, more unworthy of your fears, which nevertheless render you strangely even weaker, even more indecisive,even more exiled from history?
In Paris,through pictures at times liberating,at times painful and essential,the moments of a world perishing (?) -being born (?), of a relationship changing (?), are being recorded.
The imprint of memory through references. The photograph becoming self-defining,like a personal code and simultaneously like being exposed.