IMPARFAITE

Big city life -only the wind helps us remember sometimes that we have a body, that we could as well be running somewhere else, that being alive does not have to be only about walls and streets.

LES SOUVENIRS SE RAMASSENT À LA PELLE

I can take photographs before, during and after experiencing a city. But my body remembers best: the smell of the streets, the shape of the corners, the way the crowd moves, the small squares on the sidewalk under my feet, the variations of intensity and speed, the animal understanding of the safest areas, the presence of friends floating in the air, the memories turned into stones and light.

MDRD

I don't have much words for this post, so dear readers I guess you'll have to make up your own story with these images. Don't have much images for these moments either, since I totally underexposed (by mistake) one of the two rolls I shot there. Oh my unconscious mind.