Each day of confinement I photographed the windows facing me to continue working, to find a connection, including with myself. I watched what we shouldn’t see. I broke the rule of privacy to try to fuel a dialogue. But these images of my neighbors, I very quickly realized, spoke only of me, my dreams, my visions, my anxieties, my troubles both literally and figuratively, since what I saw in the windows of my neighbors, was a reflection of my own building. – Valérie Simonnet Valérie Simonnet: My life in 16-9 until august 28 Crypte de l’église St Merry Eglise...
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