"When forty, I was still wearing miniskirts, extravagant patterns, pink, ?uorescent colours, star shaped earrings. I walked around with my leopardskin hat, my fluffy bag, my ?oral outfit, until the gaze of others made me feel like it was not age appropriate anymore. Although I am still the same person I was at 16. It's the others I see changing." There's no better way to describe ageing than through the gap that arises and continues to grow between physical reality and the specular image of the self : one deteriorates over time, exposed to the cruel laws of gravity and oxydation, while the other never ages, remaining intact and unaltered_ frozen in a moment of blissfulness. The more time goes by the more the gap becomes a separate entity (ou "world" ... mehr lesen