What is a wiped head? What is a "no portrait"? What is a street, from its furniture, which erases your face? What is a city that hides you? Is it to protect you or to swallow you? A strange breach, a pure well, a blank canvas filled with our own physiognomic lines. Thus evolves, the faceless man, in a generic waltz which refers to all other faces, in a one-way relationship, without an image and without return or rather the return could only be imagined. In short, an intrigue, where by looking for somebody, one ends up finding himself!