Taillegueur dit à Josette: quelle mémoire as-tu de notre empire, fleur de jasmin, poudre de rien du tout? Hervé Guibert, Des aveugles.
Exactly 2 months since my last update here; sorry for the silence. It's good to be back.
I always want to be back home but when I am there, I feel like leaving. I try to be a photographer. I have been living close to the nicest park of San Francisco for a while; I now live close to the water in Paris.
this
is my open library, and my diary as a photographer: a list of people, places and moments that I find inspiring. Images taken with different kinds of cameras, but always by the same person (me, unless stated otherwise). I keep in my archives many photographs that are personal, experimental, non-specific, spontaneous, weird, or that live quietly in between the above. I decided to give them a new thought by sharing them here.
2 comments:
I was wondering where you had gone... Love the photographs :) The first is especially my favorite. It has a mystical feel to it.
ooh that image of that neck... i love
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