Ambre Billaud.
Collection : She was here
What’s in between ? What’s after the space, before the body ? What’s belong to the atmophere ? What’s this noisy silence ? It can be smell, a moise, an attitude, a mouvement. It’s memories, it’s moment; that’s nobody catches, noboby sees, noboby hears, but it’s screaming : SHE WAS THERE
