“An unclassifiable book—an ex voto, a miscellany, or a pot-pourri, depending on the mood. Nothing to do with a hunting trophy—images and words gathered by a shapeshifter. All these elements left to the fancy of their uncontrolled drifts. In the end, self-portraits, treated with infinite compassion and a thread of irony, with the secret hope that this collection may help to disturb the established order. None of this is really serious. Fortunately.”
(Robert Doisneau)