In the middle of nowhere. Parking Champ Girault, Tours, France.
Here I'm again with a self portrait, this one is humbly inspired by tendence floue Angers, France.
A woman reading Ionesco in the metro, I don't know if it is a real escape but I like the idea. You can see through the window the wounds on our world, a violent world. In the RER, Corbeil-Essonne, France.
Metro, Paris, France.
Paris, France.
My cousin Saygin. Paris, France.
Paris, France.
Fat Tire Bike Tours. Paris, France.
It was in the metro, I sat in front of these people and tried to catch something, a picture, a mood, a feeling. I tried to imagine what she was thinking at. Her daughter was very careful because her mother was sleeping sometime and she had to look outside not to miss the station. Paris, France.
It's green, silent and often a meeting place. I like this one but I don't really know why. Rue de la Madelaine, Angers, France.