A priest trampling on angels without turning back creates an amusing scene that makes one wonder how the photographer provoked such an unusual interaction.

« Chance is important. All the fortunate encounters I’ve had in my life—chance brought them to me. And you also meet real scoundrels in the street. That’s true, there’s dross, things of no interest, and ugly things. But for that, you need a capacity to forget. »

« After two hours of waiting, maybe less. But two hours is my limit. I can’t go beyond that. Because after that, attention drifts, you become less receptive. And that’s exactly when…the little mischievous god sends you a scene you hadn’t expected.

Of course, there are literary, pictorial, and cinematic memories that make you hope…hope for things. Finally, you have a great setting. It often happens like that. I set up a small scene, a rectangle, and I wait for actors to come and play something—I don’t know what.

Then the imagination works. You tell yourself, ‘Maybe someone will come, maybe a one-legged priest, maybe a boarding school of English girls.’

But something completely different arrives. And because you weren’t expecting it, this thing catches you off guard. And you’re stuck.

Then you curse yourself, saying, ‘I didn’t react, my reflexes didn’t kick in at that moment because I was expecting something else.’

And it’s not good to expect something specific. In other words, a photographer full of references will only illustrate his references. »