We started to make images in Paris museums. Inventing dialogues with the art on display, the architecture, even the furniture and other various peripherals of art.

These dialogues explore a poetic domain stretching between three poles: Stendhal's Syndrome, prank and aesthetic fecundation, crossed by a central line called subversion.

It usually goes perfectly well and sometimes not, and then we are kindly asked to stop and leave. That’s part of the fun of it.

A true story :

Once, a very kind museum attendant told us that when he was a kid, his parents forbade him to practice photography. He seemed to really enjoy seeing us making so many pictures in his museum.

Ten minutes later, the lady who let us into the museum came and asked very gently if we could stop taking pictures because she had already had a few complaints from visitors.

One of the visitors (a woman) had said, entering the room at the Musée de la Chasse et de la Nature while we were making pictures : “I came to see (dead) animals” (not people having fun making art in a museum).