The photographer’s point of view is still. The city changes, the way of looking changes. The city asks for sequences, doesn’t stops. It’s over layer, movement, reflex. It refuses the focus. It takes the focus. It’s impossible to dissociate the city from it’s rhythm, from the imposed visuality. I cross the streets and what I see is what passes. The buses give me the city’s time, that doesn’t surrender to the photographers point of view, which is still.