Who's inside?

I shoot instinctively, then I stand there and think: why this picture? What's in there?

The reflections, of course: the photo in the photo, me in the shot, what you see and don't see. I fall for the reflections a lot. But that's not all.

In the centre of Paris, in a huge city non-place, here is a non-showcase: the space that once would have served as a display, now contains nothing but a huge, simple symbol.

How boring.