Post in place Flagey, Ixelles in Brussels, I take those photos of people passing by. It’s not that chilly. In this shifting, I have the impression that we are disembodied like ghosts, we go, go back and disappear.
Australia… it was what we call a trip… Yes might feel for you a bit simplist to say this. But more than a trip it was a journey into a movement : physical & visual. A vertigo in the sounds and the pictures…