A street, the district of a town.
Everything seems normal. No apparent sign of spectacle or event. The population comes and goes, plunged into its everyday occupations, when suddenly, a passer-by lifts his eyes and stops short. A car slows down, a child points its finger…
Curious silhouettes start to descend a tower. These are Les Passagers, aerial artists who will begin, little by little, the metamorphosis of a banal façade. An occupant opens his window… |