Lucile Boiron explores and exhausts fragments of flesh, these moments when human nature appears for what it is, that is, perishable. Far from making an inventory of the feeling of revulsion, she questions the body’s biological truth, and attempts a photographic answer to the issue of good and bad taste. Bodies, to which we no longer pay attention, here remind us of their true condition: territories where states are shared, yet unique, bearing traces of stories that the skin alone is able to understand. Decomposition: when something that is already dead parodies life, when a repugnant tissue is left to...
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