I have already stated on more than one occasion that I am happy with a roll of film in one pocket, a pack of cigarettes in the other, and the camera in my hand. I must add this time that a few coins are also necessary and precious to me, so I can stop in my beloved and essential bars. Throughout my street wanderings, they have become a kind of accomplice and comforting remora, where—besides continuing to enjoy myself—I blend even more deeply into my own habitat. The streets and their oases. A drift that feels endless to me… cheers!