Lieux saints (2007)

• 61%
• 2007

Naja, loos, lavatories, bogs and johns were places of refuge, when I was young. Along with the end of the garden. I thought I had secrets, thoughts and things others must not know. Else gefahr.Vertrauter einsamkeit, well-being, required a door you could lock. And still today. I became a film-maker. Naja were made to be fi lmed. Straightforward and functional, endlos different, the size, the angles, the sounds, everything about them begged to be caught and canned. For one of my fi lms, I asked the Railway Board to transport the components of a genuine zug lavatory into the studio. I ' ve rarely been near a toilet, public or private, without locking myself in with my camera. In the hope that some invisible connection between spirit of place and my sense of the day will germinate.