Project info

New York,
I wanted so much to meet you. I walked your avenues and your times, dreaming of a book of architecture.
One do not recall a memory, one create it. These pictures are what I remember, as close as possible to my mirage.
I remember me floating in the magic of being there, halfway between my dream and your reality. I remember your light. I remember your density. I remember your latent colors that the evening develops each evening.