French photographer Laurence Demaison did two series of smoking portraits called “In the clouds” and “Meditations”. In black and white, we can see smoke emanating from lying bodies or faces which look like they’re evaporating in curls of smoke.
Coming to New City, driving across thousands of miles of interstate—past cheap hotels and midnight filling stations—over bridges and the endless fields—under sun and starlight—into the city at last. To get to New City, you cannot avoid traveling a long road, more interminable and unknown than even the curving halls of Din—with each successive mile, forgetting all memories of the past until finally you arrive at the city limits having even forgotten your name. No more old names to whisper when you’re alone in the dark. No hometowns or mothers. No dusty scroll of sins to drag behind you. Surrounded by light.