The exhibition of Marc Asnin opened yesterday in New York. Laurence Cornet met Marc on this occasion. Here is a review. « I burned on that stoop. The warm weather come, you stay on the stoop. That’s why my butt is shaped like two grips. I’ve seen life passing me by at hurricane speed, but I never felt the breeeze on that stoop. I didn’t know that then. If you feel the breeze you know it, but if you don’t feel the breeze, you don’t know about it. It’s just that one day empties into the next . The stoop is an extension of the house, that’s all it was. You could hear the goings on, you could hear and you knew what was going on. That’s about as far as I went. I went to the bodega on Myrtle for sodas and whatever. I had a car. I went nowhere. You back up. You go into seclusion. You don’t have to deal with things… It’s easier. You stay in bed. You sleep. There’s always tomorrow. »
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