• street photographie de taxi a new york

Taximood in New-York city

// Chromobiles NY // Lightboxes
Fiction taximobile. NYC, électrique Babylone .
L’espace urbain comme épreuve cinématographique.
La ville à travers l’écran… Hypertemps. Cadence: essuie-glace.
La vision du temps parcouru en taxi et en Dollars.

Je m’éjecte au bord d’une ligne, là où le pare-brise détient l’histoire répétitive d’une image prête à se changer au travers d’infiltrations « chro-mobiles ».

October     It’s raining.  I’ve left the hotel with my luggage and all my bags… Jean is a dirty B....   I don't even know where I'm going so 
I stop a taxi and ask the driver to just drive.  After all, I feel well under cover beneath the rain…I’m honorably lost…   
I can’t help staring at the meter -  $3.70   I can hear the noise of the city and the noise of  rain. What am I doing here?   
I feel that I know this journey by heart.  It is unexpectedly and pleasantly changeable.   
I decide to take pictures of urban space from the windscreen.   The taxi driver doesn’t say a word but I can feel he’s stressed.   
I love the noise of  police sirens here… As if I were in a submarine… I travel… without an emergency exit…  
There are a lot of cars and the meter now shows $3,80   I open the window a little bit. It’s difficult to breathe outside. 
I like the smell of rain in cities.   I finish up my roll of film. I feel better. The meter runs, $4,00…   
I already know I’m going to go back to the hotel.  I ask the driver to go back…to change his itinerary and I also ask him to put on some music…





// Chromobiles NY // Interactive digital art
Déambulation sans point de repères, scandée par des occurrences textuelles, visuelles et sonores (version interactive).
Un interrogatoire défile, alibi de la présence du voyageur. A la limite de… sur le point de… traffic d’attente… souffle blanc…