This is a book about insecurity. A portayal of those living a different life in the big city of Paris , of people who endured the roughness of the streets.
This is a book about humiliation , about the smell of whores and night life in cafés.
This is a book about the quest for self-idendity , about the right to live , about the right to own and control one’s own body.
This is also a book about friendship , an account of the life we lived in the place Blanche and place Pigalle neighbourhood. Its market , its boulevard and the small hostels we resided in.
These are images from another time. A time when de Gaulle was president and France was at war against Algeria.
These are images of people whose lives I shared and whom I think i understood.
These are images of women – biologically born as men- that we call ‘transsexuals’.
As for me , I call them ‘my friends of place Blanche’. This friendship started here , in the early 60s and it still continues.