Passages
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I started
this project in 2024, mainly in Paris, London, and in a few cities in the
United Kingdom where I stayed punctually, in line with "Fragments",
an essay that brought together photos taken during short trips to major cities.
I no longer concentrate on the symbolic figure of the Passer-by, nor on the
urban landscape, but I try to identify some traces, sometimes symbolic, of
passages, of what has been experienced.
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The Railway Bridge
How many
trains ran, roared, and rusted off the rails?
How many commuters
Every day
Gaveaway their dreams, their hopes, their faith
Passing through this absurd Rubicon
Not knowing that even on the darkest Sundays
Light will always break through the track and deploy its wings?
There is a fallen angel under the station bridge.
How many commuters
Every day
Gaveaway their dreams, their hopes, their faith
Passing through this absurd Rubicon
Not knowing that even on the darkest Sundays
Light will always break through the track and deploy its wings?
There is a fallen angel under the station bridge.