While seeking inspiration during a winter walk, I saw in bundled up trees the exhausted members of a wandering tribe. A story emerged from this dreamlike reality.

One could have had the feeling that these supernatural beings had arrived in the park after a long and difficult journey. However, deeply rooted as they were, this motionless crossing only lasted one winter. Their cloaks were fraying, worn by gusts of wind and the weight of snow and ice.

Among this silent horde were female figures, looking straight ahead, serene; others thoughtful, overwhelmed or grieving; one even seemed to dance in the wind. Male figures stood out, stocky or slender; some determined, reassuring; others weary or even desperate.

Although these images were not taken “in haste” like those of Cartier-Bresson, they are somewhat ephemeral because these strange characters have disappeared; they only existed for a season. Now only this collection of their portraits remains.

A French/English publication. Une publication français/anglais