About these images, made one of those days when the sun is low, in the Opera station metro pit, it should be said in the first place that it was absolutely necessary to document, no serious research existed, the spectacle contemplated by these slaves chained in the famous allegory of the cave, poor creatures reduced to endlessly viewing the baptismal font of the Camera Obscura and forever deprived of the real world that is necessarily elsewhere, in the Beyond it seems.
However, the recordings reported seem to contradict the hypothesis. Shadows, as appearances are not dumb, they speak a little, in their own way, to who knows how to listen to them and this is perhaps what the guinea pigs of the philosopher have heard, an unexpected relief to their torment.
Secondly, and in memory of Peter Schlemihl, it is quite encouraging to observe that in our merchantile-all-court century, many people continue to own their shadow.
Finally one last point to relaunch the debate in the form of a question, can we honestly blame a photographer to worry about shadows?