福島 Fukushima
Antoine d'Agata Out of print and many of the images

and many of the images were Polaroid’s

a street photographer cannot but continuously click the shutter of his camera in perpetuity

For the domestic customers:

meters for six months and repainted its interior walls in red with the help of local artists and performers

small enclaves such as Otari village punctuate the foothills with faint signs of activity

福島 Fukushima<br />Antoine d'Agata Out of print and many of the imagesThe void surrounds me and eats my belly. Through the clear glass of the car window, everything is grey: slow descent into a warm and acrid cell nucleus, memory wearing off through scattered images whose logic is as atomized as the territories I go through. The method, because it takes the form of a diary whose structure is premeditated in order to challenge its own rules, ends up depending on resurgences that alter the physical space of the exclusion