ENTRY DESCRIPTION
In old Havana november 2024
Wich i never imagined would be like this : the streets are deserted.
All that remains are sleqtons of buildings, trees growing inside, abandoned people , always cheerful.
In this ohoto, this woman has dozed off, i'll never know the story about her.
I left her a small bag of cereals bars and water bottle.

AUTHOR
As far back as my memory takes me, I have always had the need to go
to meet the other. An urgency to live in the present. A photo is a
privileged, decisive moment, a vector of encounters. Whether in a
enclosed space like in the Paris metro or abroad, my approach
remains the same: it is in this connection that the journey takes place; A moment
of weightlessness where I know that I am in my place.
I find my breath, my inspiration, my weightlessness, my adrenaline.
In this adventure of wandering, I discovered the pleasure of patience
sometimes grace.
I took pictures because it was a necessity in my opinion. My
method, you might ask me? Sometimes I trigger my camera, sometimes no

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