This is not the first time. Getting out of a restaurant in the Bushwick area of Brooklyn, I suddenly thought I was entering a movie set. Something seemed to be happening in this desolate street. Where were the cameras, the grips, the producers, the actors ? The place was waiting for them. Cars were ready to start revving their big V8 engines at the end of the set. Projectors were bathing the pavement with a frightening glary halo. But once again, it was an illusion probably suggested by the elevating platform on the left side of the stage. And here I am, using the word stage to describe this night street view. I must be obsessed by the fake world of films manufactured by the human imagination over some rather bleak reality like a new coat of paint that will render things more exciting.