Ones among the all

Before living for a year in Japan, I didn't know much about its aesthetics. I imagined Tokyo as an Asian New York, bustling, noisy, fast. I quickly noticed that it was quite the opposite : a low sound level in the voices due to cultural habit, in restaurants because of the absence of metal cutlery, silence in the metro. There was indeed the bustle of neon lights, a few loudspeakers playing music in 3-4 tourist streets and indeed rapid footsteps in the corridors of the metro at rush hour, but all at the same rhythm, without brushing against each other. And everywhere else : the poetry of the moment, the time taken to sit on a bench and look ahead, take a picture of a flower as at every same time of year.. Time is not only slower, it is lived more. It's seen more because you have the visual place to see it. If Tokyo seemed very calm to me, the smallest towns and countryside seemed to me depopulated. The rural exodus was very present visually, few inhabitants outside. It is therefore this serenity and this loneliness that when I look at all of these photos shows through the most. Individuals isolated in large ensembles, in my eyes perfectly positioned in these settings which fascinate those who are foreign to them. Do not see there sadness felt but more a sweet melancholy. Decorative elements that have not changed much since the 80s, Japan's golden age, and are for us our wonderful aesthetic. The choice to work the colors with vivacity pays homage to this happy nostalgia.