Trying to be there without being there.
In Night Ride, Christopher de Béthune wander the streets, like a stray cat, both moving discreetly around with no precise destination, both being aware of his surroundings, looking for different kind of food. The subject doesn’t matter anymore.
It can come to me in different forms, from a lonely soul to an old house or an empty street with the right light, I’m just trying to squeeze any beauty from the layers of those big cities.
Christopher de Béthune