Lyon. Photographs (2017 – 2023)
Line C14 traverses a nebulous realm, skirting the Saône and Rhône rivers—a city long known as “misty,” home to a dense fog with distinct contours. I regularly took the C14 bus, crossing half the city first thing in the morning, surrendering to daydreams and carried away by the gentle flavors of the seasons. I traveled—motionless—through a battlefield. Light and shadow vied for territory. Moving bodies slipped through the rifts of time, opening up fleeting interstices here and there.
Because subway lines, like those of the hand, intersect; not only on the map where the interlacing of their multicolored paths unfolds and is ordered, but in the life and mind of each person.
Marc Augé, in Un ethnologue dans le métro
