Something happens to me when I see them on the street. I can not avoid taking pictures of them. No, I can't feel sorry for them. It would be unfair to do so, without really knowing the history of each one. But the anonymity despite being out in the open, is safeguarded very well behind their covered faces or after our indifference to pass them by the side. I admire them. I admire who has the ability to break with the social stereotype. Whether by necessity, voluntary or simply because they fell asleep
