When I start immersing myself into Lyon’s largest illegal asylum seeker squat, a tacit non-aggression pact is soon made with the inhabitants: I am tolerated on condition that I don’t take candid shots. So I set out to work on the borderline between a realistic documentary-like treatment and an abstract plastic photography. The shelter is what they’ve been seeking in Europe. It is also that squat (even though completely inadequate). Lastly, it is the deliberate choice to focus my work on a minimalist plastic abstraction, rather than documenting an absurd and mind boggling reality into which I am only passing. A chaotic accumulation of colours, shapes, lines, material, and traces. A meticulous x-ray of each nook, each wall, each building. Portraits from behind on colourful backdrops. As many elements enabling me to reveal another present and to give rise to another shelter.