Would You Wear My Eyes? Mennour opens an exhibition of works by Nicolas Lebeau

Anti-intrusion defensive battens with sharp spikes, devices of acoustic deterrent in cages and other bunches of surveillance cameras are what make up the ornamental syntax sustaining the greyness of our big cities, that, however, we dream of being green and quiet. Once upon a time the city required some looking after, and one could see, at night and in the mist, the poetic bustling activity of a few men come to light the streetlights. It is now a time—the present time—when the management of the city has been automated, to the point when it is averse to the desires and gestures of people. Everyone is suspect and consequently perhaps guilty. Reality has become more violent, colder, and Nicolas Lebeau takes it upon himself to devise an antidote to the gangrene. Facing the acknowledgment that the visible and the image, a fortiori photography, are closely