SEUIL
Il y a ce qui s’hérite — un tissu, un geste, un pays. Il y a ce qui se traverse — des murs, des ruines, des nuits. Entre les deux, un corps. C’est lui que je photographie. Le reste, on l’oublie.
There is what's inherited — a cloth, a gesture, a country. There is what we pass through — walls, ruins, nights. Between the two, a body. That's what I photograph. The rest, we forget.