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A coffee shop on Time square, a place usually crowded. This man had, more likely unconsciously, created the void around himself. He was there, locked himself away in his world, surrounded by all his possessions. We were so close from each other that I could hear him whispering to his stuff, as he was carefully sorting and putting them away. I watched him for a long time without having our eyes met. My camera laid down on the table, I took very discreetly a few shots. At one point, he turned to me and remained silent with this paper around the neck. We stayed that way for what seemed like a very long time ... It was an unexpected encounter, strange, moving, disruptive.
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