Chromobiles NY

Taxi mood in NYC
Électrique Babylone
Cadence: essuie-glace
La vision du temps parcouru en taxi et en dollars

RAINING STORY

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 some music on…. Air…

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Déambulation scandée par des occurrences textuelles, visuelles et sonores. Un interrogatoire défile, alibi de la présence du voyageur. Sur le point de…

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’infiltration «chro-mobiles». Je parcours le fragment en fuite d’un mouvement urbain où le temps a déclaré sa propre sortie auto-dynamique et où la fiction se reconnaît comme réalité « cinégraphique« 

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