"Paris se déploie sous mes yeux et je me noie dans sa triste grisaille.​"

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The sounds of blues and jazz accompanied my wanderings through Paris and its surrounding suburbs. Every day, thousands of people cross paths without ever truly seeing one another. Faces, gestures, fleeting presences that disappear as quickly as they merge back into the flow of the city. I will never know who these people are. All I will ever know is that suspended moment when a glance, a gesture, or a shaft of light suddenly reveals a presence. Paris Blues is a project about the moment when a stranger becomes a presence.

Black and white imposed itself as the only possible language, an enduring, poetic visual vocabulary.

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