One day in 1999 I receive a letter from a woman, unknown to me, in Paris. She introduces herself and explains that, after seeing some of my photos in a gallery, she would like me to photograph her. (…)
(…) I don”t know if this will be continued one day, whether I”ll receive, perhaps in four years time, an email with the now familiar request to photograph a new phase of her life. That is, if I would be prepared to do so again. It would become a subsequent chapter about a woman in Paris, transformed by my gaze into a story about an encounter with the invisible.