In the last photograph, I felt absent, here I see what I felt like. In this orange square, reminiscent of the walls of the hotel lobby where I shot the last picture, there is the faint silhouette of the photographer in action. It actually looks like a giant tinplate. I don't remember what it was exactly, maybe the window of an art gallery in the Chelsea district, but the feeling of disappearance is strong. Even the tree looks like a ghost. I actually wonder whether there is a tree in this street. The only thing that is objectively present is the brick wall pattern. Hey, maybe it is to remind me of a lens test, the one typically used in amateur photography magazine to show the edge sharpness and the distorsion of a new lens ? Going back to the basics ? I hate these tests. They seem to be a caution for the journalists who are writing the articles : Don't worry guys, we are not prone to be influenced by the manufacturer's marketing claims. Who cares ?