Hôtel Turkoman

Martine Rousset
2000-01-01

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15 min

This is what the city offers the passing foreigner: gold and night to the visitor who has barely arrived. Fragments, the stone found by the wayside, raw. We pick it up and keep it. Can we read into the gleaming lights passing by? What is written? Whole images, raw images, far from art and style.