Little Jesus’ ears are roaring.
700 bikers are snoring their motorcycles at his feet.
Overlooking the city of Montreal.
What are bikers doing on the steps of a church?
What are Freemasons doing in the parking lot of Jesus?
“My children are missing.”
She stands in front of the United States Consulate of Montreal.
Demanding Justice. Imploring the United Nations.
For her own children, and other people’s.
Rape. Abduction. Organ trafficking.
“They replaced my... >>
The Mount Royal sits in the center of the city. Montreal’s furry zenith.
Throne of fresh air, tourism
Warm weather for the first time of the year.
Mid-April. 2o degrees Celsius.
After four months passed in their frozen cells,
Montreal’s pockets are full of cigarette butts and all kinds of trash.
She’s taking off her big white winter coat.
Perched on his wheelchair, Roland is sad to see her in this condition.
“My neighborhood, my city is dirty now. I can’t let her ... >>
Walking down the street and saw thick smoke coming out of an alleyway. Terrible machine sounds echoed on the walls of the buildings. How could I not be drawn to this?
I talked to a guy standing nearby. I thought he had something to do with this. So ... >>
In the hole
A foul stench fills the air
Under the bustling city
A man struggles
Strongly anchored to the surface
The stream of liquid waste splatters on his body
He checks. Scans. Seeks the flaw
The one that could blow up the sewerage syste... >>
Curled up in the corner, in the chapel
Away from the faithful assembled for mass
Engulfed in his silence
In his own way, he takes communion
Like in a trance
His clothes drying slowly
Outside, winter bites, still
His homelessness takes a br... >>
No fish will come out of the hole today.
They are badly equipped. Exhausted by the half-hour walk on the frozen water. And above all, they dug their hole hundreds of meters away from the channel, where the veterans are fishing, night and day.
Five ... >>
Across the street.
Pants at knee level.
He tries to tidy himself up.
On the sidewalk.
He runs into the eyes of a curious journalist.
He winces a childish peek-a-boo.
His gravelly voice bounces on Montr... >>