Self-portraits, London, 2014.
I took these self-portraits in London, in a telephone box located on the road leading to my house.
The London red telephone boxes are, now, abandoned objects, perhaps they will be removed from the streets very soon.
Their charm, for me, is this being an unused object, unnoticed and facing neglect of everyone. These kinds of objects are abandoned, but they exist anyway.
“some long-unused object […]that smells of dust,” writes Marguerite Duras in the novel “The ravishing of lol V. Stein”.
Likewise, the figure, that little soul wandering inside and around the booth, is not seen.
This self-portrait series talks about an identity still hidden inside the woman, risking to be forgotten as the abandoned booths.