and yet we rarely know their function
sometimes to the point of letting them guide his steps and orient his journey in unforeseen directions
powerful and fragile portraits
chacune des photographies propose à notre œil de s’arrêter sur des lieux familiers
to disappear forever from our horizons
Blow-Up Le Tréport #1 laure-vasconi and yet we rarely knowIt evokes Monsieur Hulot's Holiday by Jacques Tati. We think of Antonioni's Blow Up. But there is no murder, nor, for that matter, any topless girls to be discovered in the enlargements of the postcards found at flea markets. We realize, however, that in these universal clichs, there are individuals, you or me perhaps, who are simply playing in the sand, or walking near the beach, and that we have strangely moved from testimony (I was there) to