Place, the place of heroes. better known as Place du Beffroi, this is how I name it and the request is made when it comes to indicating the place to people passing through our city.
Glasses and arms crossed, for a little break … except that for one, it will remain for a long time 🙂
“street life” simply
The life of a street is not a soulless life, the human being is incorporated into this structure of our social life and feeds on our looks on it … the street is part of our history .
Taken in Arras.
But I’m alone! But no … virtual world, there you are, right there. wherever I am, you will be there. I pick up to talk to you and pick up a little, but just a little from our real world, for a social world that erases the one who sees me moving forward.
One more in this series, which takes its time to fill up. But sometimes it’s worth being patient … coincidence does things well when you take a closer look at this shot. Yes, the reflection of his face … if I really wanted to do it voluntarily, I would not have succeeded. I turn more and more on very hard, very dark and contrasting black and white so as not to highlight the essential, the main subject. it’s my style where it becomes less.
He is behind me, he follows me, sticks to me without interruption, waits for the moment, the one I would never know … It will be too late to know. But I do know that he is preparing something for me when the time comes. The grip of time, the one that takes away our energy slowly …
Heroes’ Square in Arras, a cold morning, around 7:30 a.m. The city is waking up and so am I.
This city on the move … looking for I don’t know what. What sometimes detaches us from thought and deprives us of the just better. I land in a corner of its streets in search, my search for the best, photographically speaking. the task and complex, but not insurmountable … I persist in the best, my best. the street brings me answers on why questions time. But that only concerns me …