At the top of Rue de Belleville, I photograph the people. I track what happens every day and what recurs every day: the ordinary, the common, the background noise. I question what seems to no longer surprise us in order to rediscover something of the astonishment in an attempt to exhaust a Parisian intersection. With blur, grain, sweat, laughter, shouts, anger, ups and downs.

When Paris crackles.