I always liked images because they make me melancholy and reassure me, they bring me back to lost childhood, to time past, to the happy days. The reward in school was big or small pictures. A motorway service area in August on a road in Italy, through the window of my father’s white R16, I furtively perceived a sad circus with 2 old elephants drinkig next to a red and yellow circus tent. I remember the serious and frozen look of Martine Carol in Lola Montès. I watched the landscape of the countryside pass by the window of an old micheline,...
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