We don’t always take time to see them, yet, if you think about it, there are many in our streets. Often they challenge me, so I immortalize them and gather them together. Now useless and anonymous, you can sometimes crossed them at the corner of a street, at the turn of a road, in a dark alley or at the bus stop. Still dashing, at least in appearance, often decrepit, hollowed out or with a broken foot, these orphans, far from their primary environment, keep the imprint of a passage, a memory. Now they seem lost, at the crossroads of...
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