I met this man on the street. His big sunglasses, his slippers and his staggering walk challenged me. I asked him if I could take a picture, he said yes after a long hesitation. I wanted him to take off his sunglasses, I wanted to see his eyes but he was refusing. He told me he would be more confortable at home.
The next day, a strond cigarettes smell and a sad face were waiting for me. I'm entering his universe. Small and simple kitchen, not dirty but ugly. Probably because of the light. The first idea is to take a picture of his sadness. He's talking to me and I'm listening interested but I rapidly see that the man is not well. I insist to take the picture. He said he wants to make up and I told him it was not important but he insisted.
Un inconnu rencontré dans la rue, ses grosses lunettes fumées, ses pantouffles et sa démarche chancelante mon interpellé. Je lui est demandé de le prendre en photo. Il accepta après une longue négociation. J'insistais sur le fais que je voulais voir ses yeux, mais il refusait, il me dit que chez lui il serait plus confortable.
Le lendemain,
J'arrive; forte odeur de cigarettes, visage croulant vers le bas. J'entre dans son univers, cuisine minimaliste, pas sale mais crado pareille, probablement à cause de la lumière du plafonnier baignant la pièce d'une lumière lugubre. Mon but premier; prendre une photo de sa tristesse et de sa morbidité. Il me parle, j'écoute intéressé, mais je vois rapidement que l'homme ne vas pas bien ... J'insiste sur le but premier, la prise de photo. Donc il s'active mais avant il me dit qu'il doit se maquillé. Je lui dis que ce n'est pas nécessaire mais il insiste.
Your English is much better than my French!
keep on uploading them! love them all!