“I only manage to keep a few snatches of my dreams. It is always a story strewn with a few black holes. It’s a dream of oblivion. And then, I found a text from my father. A kind of magic occurred. Somewhere in me I had the permission to be in the midst of this whirlwind of images disjointed by memory’s lapses, and to think that it’s a mad whirlwind and that that also makes sense.”
Denis Dailleux has patiently constructed a new portrait of the capital of an Egypt he is in love with, fashioning, between the nuances of black and white that show an exemplary classicism and colors of a tremendous subtlety, an absolute alternative to all the clichés encumbering our minds.