Tokyo, intersecting views

Tokyo is a city you never finish discovering. I didn’t manage to see all the galleries and exhibitions I had planned. Here, everything moves fast, everything renews itself. The art scene is alive, constantly shifting, and every street feels like a potential exhibition space. 

Study in Red and Rain. A staircase, an umbrella. Nothing else matters.

The city itself becomes a source of inspiration.

In just one hour of walking, the photographer’s eye is caught a thousand times, by a gesture, a wall, a reflection, a light. Everything seems already composed, as if Tokyo were photographing itself.

Ordinary Encounter. When chance turns stage designer, it awakens urban banality and plays with the absurdity of contrast.

In Tarascon, I’ve always found the electric wires that run along old façades rather unsightly, like scars on the stone. But in Tokyo, I took a similar photo - and only then did I see it differently: the geometry within the chaos, the accidental beauty of the lines.

Photography has that power. It transforms how we look. It makes us see differently, and even the ordinary, the banal, sometimes even the ugly, becomes luminous.

Vanishing Lines. On a rainy morning, the lines lead the mind elsewhere.