Believe me, I REALLY wanted to talk to you about how things were doing here in New York, how I lost my passport on Monday, then found it tonight in a homeless shelter, just like, lying on the floor… Oh ! that’s right. Photography. Reportage. Essay. That kind of stuff. So, hmm, sorry, really, I’m way too tired to write a decent blog post where you’d be happy to read how I’m shooting a story about Street Soccer USA for Propos Magazine… So, instead, here is a picture of some very artistic-whatever-neat-lovely-nice place Loïc, the journalist I came with, lives in when we ain’t on duty:
This is Kyla and her boyfriend, in Brooklyn, like, around Johnson Street Metro Station. Very nice people indeed. The night before yesterday.
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Quel piqué !
Mouarf.
C’est pas pour la couv de chasseur d’images, c’est sûr.
Quelle ambiance!