(Photo credit: Hypnos by Samuel Moulin)

I photographed the “Tornado”, this sort of turning platform, in the poorest light and colors, between two artificial lightning strikes, because at this precise moment it evocated to me a gigantic spinning plate vanishing away in the dark with it’s human content. The image of the stoic passengers disappearing in the night on board of their mad ship stroke me as an allegory of the emptiness of our times.