When The Night Comes
When night comes…
People hurry home, Streets get empty, Lights appear in the windows of buildings, Bars fill up with (funny) birds…
The twilight announces the night, full of mystery(s), dangers and mixed pleasures…
The night where femininity can express itself, where love perhaps waits at the bend in the landing…
The night, associated with the wetness of the bodies that embrace each other to love each other.
The night that also brings back childish fears, the fragility of the soul, the heart, instability, buried wounds.
The night, to remember the loved ones, too soon gone.
Héloïse Berns invites you for a walk at the “blue hour” of dusk.
The images in her series evoke this melancholy passage at the dawn of the night.
Her pictures are taken on the spot: instinctive, spontaneous photos, guided by the need to freeze the emotion of the moment and transmit it.
A raw emotion seized during a walk, a meeting…
An emotion that is sometimes blurred because, in the darkness of the night, the elements become blurred and the contours fade away…
Heloise searches for this lack of light, as much as she flees from it (He brings up the absent and opens, at the same time, a field of infinite possibilities).
By Caroline du Manoir
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