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street corner


street corner

Manhattan, New York, USA.

Once you become one flesh with the crowd, you set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite, as Baudelaire used to say.
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself at home; to stroll around an urban-scape, to be at the corner of a street, and yet to remain hidden from the world, is one luxury that you enjoy only for few single moments during your incognito promenade …
A passer by, such as I have framed and fixed on this photo, this black man with the number 73 on his shirt, with this solitary gaze, opens my imagination to the infinite, ceaselessly journeying across the great human desert - It's probably where our worlds meet for a glimpse and our differences fade into eternity.