It Started as Light… Ended in Shivers…

What remains when the markers of self collapse? Shivers… This series traces an unceasing metamorphosis, where identity is no fixed form but a fragile vibration resonating with pieces, palimpsests, and a wound.

Since the day of breaking, fragments of self have scattered, merging with the pulse of the world. Through photography, they are gathered, shaped, reshaped — only to slip away again.

"On a l’habitude de mourir, une fois de plus pourquoi pas" - we’re used to dying; once more, why not? sings La Bronze. Isn’t she singing of life as a constant wavering ? This series is held by a lingering tune.