1998, polaroids, documents

At the end of 1997, I was about to leave for New York for the first time. In the weeks leading up to the departure, I realised that a trip begins as soon as you decide to go. So, in Paris, in the midst of a difficult day-to-day life, my mind was already imagining myself there. And to project myself even further into the future, I put up pictures and wrote letters to myself (via French people living in NYC). I was writing to my double to come.
Over there, I only made a few polaroids.