This project is born from the union of photographs I took of people in the street with pages of ancient books, published in the '20s and' 30s of the '900. For each image I chose a random page and in this page I combined selected words in order to create a kind of haiku-poem that could best represent the subject of the image.
I chose words that were already there, right in front of me. What I did was just to find them, as well as each of us and his soul words. They are there, inside, just waiting to be found. Lots of treasures to be discovered and kept.
THEY WERE HUNGRY FOR LOVE
"I'M SCARED..." MICHEL EXCLAIMS, SINCERE
SHE WAS A WOMAN, HE REALIZED THAT.
THE STORIES WERE A PLACE BEYOND
SHADOW OF ANGEL
YOU NEED TO SEE THIS THEME PARK !
THE SILENCE, PAINFUL, MURMURS
BODIES AND SOULS
QUIET LIFE / THE FUTURE HAD A SMILE / THIS MEMORY, A JOY
A HAPPY WOMAN REMEMBERS PARIS
THE NAIVE WORLD
TO THIS MOMENT OF CHILDHOOD
THE SENTIMENTAL CROWDS
WE PAYED THE MIRACLES IN GOLD. WE, THE BLISSED
HE HAD EXORCISED THE GRAVITY, AMONG THE ROOTS
THIS INDIVIDUAL WANTS THE PROHIBITED
THE BEAUTIFUL DAYS WERE A LOTTERY OF FALLIBILITY
MAKE THE EXTRAORDINARY
THE EGOISMS WERE THE ONLY POSSIBLE WAY OF SAVING HIM
HE COMES HOME, SAD AND TIRED
AS BOATS, COMING BACK
EVERYTHING VIVIFIES HIS EXISTENCE: THE SACRED IMPRINT
THE LIFE WENT AT RANDOM, WITH ALL HER MARVELS
HOURS UNDER THE GREY SKY, CRYING