Framing is not my thing but I tried to do my best. It's all about the mist, dull colors and cold materials.
click : presence detached.
I always wanted to be new somewhere. I love that feeling to know only a few things, people and places, and a bit lost somewhere. Indeed, her great presence half strong and half detached makes me feel this. Also, it's like if I was hearing this girl, vaguely here thanks to her stare, breathing as the atmosphere seems to be loudly quiet. Anyway, colors don't match together, whatever - sigh.
lift me up.
This photograph is badly framed, but I like the colors and the thud of quiet that I still perceive through this. I really appreciate this stillness, and more, the certain boredom evoked, even if nobody is present here. Indeed, to me this photograph is all about listening to the silence, and starring at nothing. I'm spying this.
Around/in le Palais Galliera.
Here I am, following someone. I appreciate something in these pictures, I don't know what exactly - what annoys me because I like to pinpoint what retains my eyes. The colors for sure, a bit of solitude. Then, there is some nostalgy in the air, certainly due to the reunion with the person, and with this city I've lived for many years. Otherwise, it's about a mix of coldness, but something warm at the same time. To me there is some speed but slow though. Whatever, I like these, even if I don't know what catch my eyes exactly. A fuzzy atmosphere whose the description is on the tip of the tongue.