Denise Deutch

I was on bus when I took the first photo of this series “at the crossroads of solitudes”, near home. The neighborhood knows -or thinks know- the story of this girl with blue eyes, from the north. Upon my arrival in the neighborhood a few years ago, I had often crossed André (whose first name I learned recently). He apostrophized everyone and talked about literature in the bus where he tried unsuccessfully to shake the inertia … Later, when he saw me pass with the camera, he shouted out to me so that I photography him and told me many stories.But never recognizes me. The others were passing sometimes … One year ago, the bench where André spent much time and the public telephone were broken. Now I see them in the city center, he is never too far from her, he waits for her. He hosts her in his apartment. Marco had a small housing with no windows.