In Morocco, I approached men in the street and in cafés, by chance, by instinct. I asked to take their picture, in their homes, wherever they wanted. I spent time with those who accepted and followed them around. Dreams are like letters, they have to be opened. In a country where freedom is hidden, being oneself is an act of rebellion. Mektoub, literally, “it is written,” is an ongoing project.
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