Life is elswhere and everything is displaced. Other stories mingle with her own story. Images swallow words. Nothing is left but bits, fragments. They are foreigners and we are so alone.
Madame packs up.
She returns from where she has not yet come from. As all women one day leave. Chuck Samuels A story of several bad days are told by means of a series of austere, black and white, close-up photographs of unfortunate daily occurences, accompanied by similarly austere, deadpan texts commenting on the events. As the days unfold, navigating through the events becomes progressively more difficult. A Montreal photographer wanders in the streets of Mexico.