She screams.
Deep under the ground.
On the second basement.
Laughter in the background.
They are the little hands of the Opera de Montreal. In the shadow ... >>
Bullback riding children fly on walls paved with yellow flowers. The city has changed. Montreal has changed. One wall painting at a time. Bystanders open their ... >>
Staring into the void.
A foot in a bag.
Louisa sits in her makeshift wheelchair.
Crippled by Street Life.
No begging for now.
It’s Sunday.
Between f... >>
On the ice.
He's looking at bystanders.
They are passing through the freezing wind.
He watches them as they are opening the door of a comforting coffee sh... >>
Concrete and Steel Giants are sleeping in the heart of Montreal.
Left to their own fate.
Inside the Silo number 5, time stopped.
Drago opens his eyes widely.... >>
Across the street.
Pants at knee level.
Fully sloppy.
He tries to tidy himself up.
On the sidewalk.
Belly naked.
He runs into the eyes of a curious jour... >>
A kitten purring in St Laurent’s hurly-burly.
Under a gazebo. Snuggling in a young sleeping woman’s arms.
On Portugal Park’s tiles.
By her side, her boyfr... >>
A straightforward “Thank You” ringing in the street.
It comes with a toothless grin.
That voice. Between chuckling and quavering.
In the middle of the s... >>
Bystanders struggling to get inside the Metro Station.
Like a doorkeeper, James calls out almost whispering :
« Spare some change ? »
His gravelly voice rem... >>