Heure bleue... the short moment when the sun has not yet risen: it is no longer night and not yet day...
In this particular moment nature seems motionless, as if it was not ready to weak up but undecided if continuing the night sleep.
Animals, the habitants of the night, stop making their noises, and the daily ones have not yet started singing: all is silent all is calm, apparently, as holding up their breath...
But inside this blue, another kind of animals come to life.... strange and funny creatures, borne in fairytales for children. Stories that become alive both in reality and fantasy. During the Heure Bleue, these creatures joyfully show up, assuming their dignity, unsuspected faces and philosophies. The end of the night make these aspects more noble, while the rising sun incredibly standardize and fade them.
Through the camera fantasy becomes reality, photography shows the awesomeness of the place and save part of these fairytales.
The Heure Bleue... the place where perception twists and you can enter a suspended dimension in which you can see, listen and experience emotions that others cannot.
The Heure Bleue... pleas, insert the coin...