Marseille, April 2020. The street was, of course, empty, confinement required. With the sun hitting it directly, the sign built on an railway company right-of-way was all the more visible with its white background. The huge letters and the two-colour […]
Paris, April 2020. We now talk behind masks and write behind glass. To justify being closed, to give the address of the website where to place an order or to inform about adjusted schedules. There are also all those little […]
Paris, April 2020. It’s the poster superimposition that strikes me first, telling me a story in two parts. The first series, slipped into plastic sleeves, is taped inside the tobacco bar window. Well protected, was the poster supposed to last, […]