Photography and text Julie Liger
Somewhere by the Durance river, he built his own home, a small construction made out of wood and plastic.
He is totally becoming part of the landscape from living in it.
Nothing is as quiet as it looks.
Laying down in the grass he is my “Dormeur du Val”. The holes on his chest are not red but tattooed and he is smoking weed lost in the wood.
Since i took those pictures the river has engulfed his construction.