france, cerbère
Cerbère, France
Sailing shits fall into the night
Follow me now
In a time gone far away we dance the waltz to the soft radio sounds
By the old man DJ with his disco lights
Let’s dance inbetween
Dancing with strangers beyond your heart & soul
Close your eyes and follow
A new rhythm appears in the light
Where words have no place, no language
Only body, heart and two left feet
The Belvedere Hotel dates back to the 1920s and is built to look like a ship. At the border town between Spain and France this hotel is a symbol of a bygone area of summer opulence and aristocratic fun turned into a hotel that looks like any road side drive in motel.
footnote: these four walls or behind closed doors - about the project which is work in progress
About these four walls, is an attempt to photograph myself inside the places I inhabit.
This is an extension of my travels around the world.
I have decided no matter simple, silly or contrived the images, to photograph myself inside the space. I hate being photographed so my challenge to myself is to discover myself in front of the camera.
