
Édouard Boubat Le café ‘La Tartine’, Paris c.1980
“In some way, a photo is like a stolen kiss. In fact a kiss is always stolen, even if the woman is consenting. With a photograph it’s the same: always stolen, and still slightly consenting.” Édouard Boubat
It’s like my impressions, when I trod through certain parts of London, made articulate.
This is not the first time and it will not be the last, but it is the substance within the reason behind the betrayal....