“The legs of women are compasses that roam the globe in all directions, giving it its balance and harmony.” – François Truffaut
Women go by. They stop my eyes with their energy, their femininity, their elegance, their sensuality. The line of a shoe, the fluidity of a skirt, the modeling of a leg… I am a moment for the pleasure of stopping the image. Then, they disappear while still resonates the clatter of heels on the bitumen.