- Why back to London again ? - For a few doors, and windows, and chairs and rooms and streets. Hanging around. Friends. Day 1. - Will try and catch you. - Thanks, John. - Same address ? - Same. - What is this ? Never noticed it. - Him. It's Alb'e... -...

Le rapport de force. Le rapport de force pur et dur, la violence sans artifice, et non plus la "tendre violence" dont parlait Wenders en évoquant l'acte photographique... S'interroger, se demander en quoi ça consiste exactement, quelle est sa forme, sa...

You know, sometimes you find people very confusing. You look at their faces and the only thing you can read is "lie to me". Or "I'm afraid". Or "Who am I ?". And sometimes, very rarely but sometimes, here is what you read : "Who are you ?" You know, sometimes...

He is sitting on the edge of the bed. He stands and goes to the living room. Naked. He takes a pen, and a white page. He looks through the window. He looks at the night outside. He comes back to the bedroom. He is lying on the bed. He finds a shelter...

... Je n'avais jamais remarqué. Les ailes des anges Deux petites feuilles Au gré du vent Les feuilles Mobiles immobiles. Effeuiller le temps qui passe & Le redessiner : Invariable géométrie Mirobolante Un peu beaucoup passionnément Petites feuilles froissées...