Paris

It's the summer of 1988.
The second year with a camera in my hands. It's also the time of my first solo vacation.
Thanks to the unconditional hospitality of a friend of my mother: Paris. It's all about walking through the city.
From morning till sunset. Outside and inside museums.
In search of the essence of the city. Or of myself? A "labor limen" of repeated subtractions.
A dialectical process in the search for the image that still belongs to me.