min. read | by the black mail | 27 November 2016 | issue n°
The road, jet lag, frozen windscreens and a world that’s spinning towards a new era…Julien presses his eye against the viewfinder of his Leica, holds his breath and pushes the button, freezing the relentless course of time for one instant. Click.
Julien Regnier.
Peacefull road, mountain of cartboard, silent wind.
Julien Regnier.
Wild sky, attack the horizons, build the rain, be the scene of our life.
Julien Regnier.
Which flag is yours ?
Even with beautiful colors, harsh is the song of the flag.
Julien Regnier.
Here is the earth vomiting its gold and it smells sulphur.
Julien Regnier.
Fire on lakes and mountains.
Julien Regnier.
This is our home.
Julien Regnier.
Spikes hyper love puncture my skin de part en part.
Julien Regnier.
We see the sea, the rocks and then this bird, beautiful bird.
Julien Regnier.
Copyright infringement.
Julien Regnier.
The view is fantastic the noise is from another planet and you feel very small turning yourself into my world.
Julien Regnier.
First snow with a sky that promise nothing, we hope for clouds and snow flake by billions of billions.
Julien Regnier.
Julien Regnier.