"A furtive glance, her hand slips into mine, a slightly crumpled piece of her coat follows her out of the taxi. She closes the door and I hear, helplessly, the dull sound of the engine starting.
Through the rear window, in the mist, I can still make out her silhouette in the halo formed by the streetlights on Rue de Sévigné.
She raises an arm, waves her hand."
My name is Erwan.
I take photographs to be a privileged witness of these magical moments, to share them and bring them to life.
So that they never completely fade away.
Like a quiet duty of memory, for the fleeting pulse of emotion.
