Sophie Cool

The Breakdown

I sometimes dream of being the white chalk line in the blackboard that we erase with a wipe. The costume is the rag, the mask behind which we disappear. The truth hide in the costume shadow, an invisible prison symbolised by stripes, green and grey. Without a face to be identified, it’s sometimes easier to build a reality in which we are heros. The medium that is photography and especially self-portrait allows that freedom.