This selection is part of a book project of 36 photos, currently in edition.
It shows tramps sleeping in public space on the asphalt, in places not intended for this basic and vital action: a roughly masked tube twisting like a big worm; grass revealing a trunk. These scenes point out everyday banal aberrations of the city, its faults or missing elements, sorts of tinkering that reveal its absurdity. They can also appear as spontaneous solutions to situations not resolved by the government, an alternative to a rigid framework in which man succeeds to adapt.
I view it as unexpected poetry, the inevitable transformation that we belong to.