It’s a fringe, a body between the land and the sea. It’s a lizard, absorbing until the glow the rays of a western sun. It’s a mirage of heat, melting with stones and radiating iridescent vapors, atlantic vibrations, iodine zephyrs, flicking salts. Freed from the fear of going naked, stripped of decency, she ignores your looks, focusing on life, the edge, this welcoming finistere. He managed to capture her. He brings her to your contemplation. Now, contemplate.
Text: Tristan Morel