The silhouette is the silent accomplice of the form, it is discrete, it is not judgmental, it is only silent and observant.
It is the faithful companion, the one that holds your arm and invites you to travel life, the one that strolls with you attached to your body
and that only appears when light plays tricks on us. It is against the light that the truth is unraveled.
Marie Juliette discovers the aura in these photos, what is but could have not been. It arises due to the exact
communion between time and light, and it is only a trace that contours the body in the horizon.
Against the light is to discover that hidden secret, to open a coffer with infinite possibilities from where all the truths of the soul will come to light.