“It’s at the library [one that has not yet cramée] I met Gilles and Eric. Unless it is the opposite. Battle Hair, saps from another era and plastic bags hand outlandish necessarily calls And not just me, it looks like this Everyone seems to know Corbeil-Essonnes “twins” That’s actually bullshit…. nobody knows them as they are also barred their sweaters, for sure. But the few brave men who approached them were all struck by their insatiable artistic curiosity. Not to mention their rock culture to the tournis.Ils have been generous enough to let me into their lives, the time of my residence. I then met they move. And to fill empty identically, identical apartment …. They let me photograph almost everything I wanted. For nearly a year to attend a mutual trust and commitment have settled. First the subjects of the photo series, they are insensibly become accomplices models.
Meanwhile, I photographed the city. Finally, city tips. Empty, without the person who lives, or even passing through it. Such decorations not removed a drama that just play. It is unclear to what history we set foot. A bit like me when I landed in Corbeil, and when I came across these brothers not quite the same.”