The gray sound of the raindrop
It’s strange a city in the rain. Time slows down, the monochrome light brings a particular atmosphere, upsets shadows and reliefs. Even the sounds are muffled and muffled. Few passers-by move from one point to another, their heads tucked into their shoulders to prevent the drops from seeping down their necks, their eyes under the umbrella or hood. No room for loitering. The environment suddenly becomes hostile. Yet the city is beautiful when it rains, the atmosphere is conducive to romance and poetry. I chose Lyon to go in search of these emotions. Why Lyon? It is the city of my youth, of my parents and grandparents. Wandering in its alleys, walking on its wet cobblestones was to go back to the time of my adolescence, to find certain places, certain emotions.
Two images of this series were made with my father’s Yashica Mat 6×6, his favorite camera, a way to pay tribute to him.