2013: Collège Jean Vilar, La Courneuve. This educational institution is in a ZEP (priority schooling area), located in the Grand Ensemble Ouest area (Cité de 4000 sud). We pursue our work with the students of the previous year through a confrontation with the real world carried out in parallel to a reflection on imaginary space. For the real space, we organise in situ outdoor shots in the settings of their daily life. We had built a human-sized metal frame, of proportions 24x36, that was carried on-site. We are continuing our research on framing effects with a new frame made of cardboard and tracing paper that is attached to the lens.

We look. We frame. We put in a frame.

In parallel to the concrete world, imaginary worlds, paradoxically, are recreated in a delimited, restricted space. We rearrange the box-structure made the previous year (see Box n° 1). With the students, I find myself in the role of an orchestra conductor. I organise a "circuit" for them. As they move from the camera lens to the "world" of the box, they must perform a three-phase movement, trigger in hand.

From reality to "an imaginary".

This is our world. Outside. Daily. We look. We frame. We put it in a frame. There are towers, cars, people passing by, looking at us, knowing us... ...reality. I can name everything around me. I can name this life. I don't know if it's beautiful. I don't know if it's ugly. We take this world as it is, in its beauty as in its ugliness. My body is confronted to the city. We look at the measure of things. How many strides to cross this square ... I am alone in this crowd. I am alone with others. Sometimes I am alone. How many people in these towers? Is there space for me? I confront the world. I frame this space and I "put" it in a frame. It becomes like a photo in an album. With a frame there is suddenly one side. And "the other". A mediator between two worlds. Going beyond takes the form of a magical action. I imagine an inexhaustible universe of invisible forms. A world hidden under another. On the other side of the frame I craft horizons. A collection of horizons. I enter, look for another dimension, one of dream, imagination and desire. I roam a territory of which I am a part.

Here is another world. I squint and stare at nothing. My vision blurs and I imagine shapes. My eyes look ... inside. In this world I can't name everything. I don't know whether it is beautiful or not. It is "other". I take hold of "this" world. I can explore it. I can alter it.