Looking at my homeland as if it wasn't.
As if I was a tourist from fast moving Asia
discovering the clichés and strangenesses
of a sleeping beauty named France.

To achieve this swing in perception,
I ask the French I meet all over the
country to wear a mask. An
interactive game that freezes them,
questioning our references and identities,
unmasking our addiction to
an impossible preservation of
our memory.

From Marseille to Lille,
in thirty départements,
nearly five hundred people have
already let me take their defaced portrait.
A slow motion Tour de France,
this work is still in progress.