Hello, this post is about Aurélien. Every other day he is a postman, but everyday, he comes for lunch at this café, on I’ve been going to every now and then. Two weeks ago on a sunny day, he took his beer across the street, away from the shade, in the intimacy of the sun’s rays and read. Coincidentally, his shadow, projected onto the wall by his side seemed to reveal his hidden persona, him, as a cartoon, a bit like La vie héroique meets Corto Maltèse. Here is a photo.
Most of the caricatural magic comes from his jacket’s collar casting a shadow on top of where his nose’s might have landed.