Looking at the ground, looking through the mirrors
Yes, there is no doubt that we are all fascinated by reflections. I remember very precisely the first moment in my life when I realised that I existed: I was in front of a mirror in the bathroom in our family house in Ireland and looking at my own face. I saw myself for the first time. It was a frightening event in some ways. It was like waking up, except I was already awake. I felt something being illuminated, turned on. Afterwards, I was fascinated how looking into mirrors everything seemed to be just like our own world but not quite, subtly different. Since then, I have been taking photographs around Paris and other towns for a few years now, and I realised that mirrors windows are constantly present. They allow us to superimpose little bits of reality into different places where they might be invisible.