Suddenly a man tore up the door and asked why the fuck I was taking pictures of his house. This was the first time I realized that my hobby might come across as slightly intimidating.
- It's only art, I said.
Then it was quiet for a while. I was a bit nervous. I could see him peering out in the dark, looking for clues.
- What art, he shouted flatly.
- l'art pour l'art, I answered.