Silent pictures that tell of the vertigo of a bond — unalterable, total — of the difficult task of accompanying a child, and then of the elsewhere, the outside, the world that calls and excludes, the invisible solitude. An attempt to archive time: little everyday things, intimate, harmless, repeated; the need to make them, show them, look at them, see them. A visible remote release, held in the hand, marks the moment decided.

“Aglaé Bory's tour de force consists in establishing a direct relation with the viewer, placing him in the posture not of a voyeur but of an observer, pointing out to him his exact place as a guest.” — Anne Biroleau