Abandoned places. Places that are paradoxically still pretty full. Cities that portray existences that were but are not anymore, buried under years of dust. Some sort of unintended heritage. Places that have eaten up by portentous ivy. Locations that have…
The whole life ahead The future. They hold the future in their eyes. You should see them, in this spring months of 1922. They are proud of being part of an innovative education system: since a few years, upper grades…
I, the Concrete I am not interested in their god. They are all part of an eternal movement: they come and go. Under my vaults, however, they think of themselves as immortal. They ingratiate a probably empty sky by joining…
My favourite skirt The first time I crossed his gaze was right in front of the foundations of this church. I still remember it: June 1920. Detroit fluttered on those summer days. It was my favourite skirt, the one I…
I was really happy You know, I was really happy. I had found work from Fisher, in Piquette Street, just a few steps from where Henry Ford had invented a new world with his cars. I was part of a…
Los Angeles is scary and magnificent at the same time. The distances are apocalyptic: from one neighbourhood to the other, there are tens of kilometres. It can take you three hours to move a couple of blocks, depending on the…
Dear readers, a few months ago, I drove across a unique part of the US. The first ones to leave something within me were the “Angeles” of Los Angeles. In a good and a bad way, obviously. I therefore decided…
Los Angeles is terrifying and wonderful at the same time. The stars are closer to Earth at night from the Griffith Observatory: the sky is there. Climb up the “Hollywood” sign, straighten your back, and extend your hand. You can…
