Every year, European cities are taken by storm by millions of tourists. Most locals flee during the high season but a few remain and are forced to endure hordes of visitors eager to consume as many clichés tourist attractions they can. The urban space evolves: the street movements are different, the sounds too. I wanted to document this phenomenon in my own town, Paris.
I wander these streets amongst those who stay in Paris for the holidays. I don’t take pictures at eye level but rather near the body, on the fly. I get as close as I can to the photographed subject to convey a feeling of oppression and anxiety to the viewer. I capture scenes on the spot and focus my attention on minute details, on random moments bursting at every corner, on fluidity and density.
All day long, I roam around my favorite areas and keep notes on them. I come across people on the sidewalks, at stoplights, in waiting lines. I slip into a world which feels strange to me sometimes but engages me through the eyes of the photographed other. He sees me, questions me, seeks complicity or is somewhere else with his memories, his worries, his emotions, his projects—numb to his surroundings…