Florence Cuschieri captures these traveled paths, where tangible wandering dissolves into the silence of the surroundings. The mountain, the forest, the fir trees—each becomes a vessel cradling vulnerable exiled bodies who have found refuge at Chez Marcel, a self-managed space in the French Hautes-Alpes near Briançon. The land she photographs appears suspended in a state of latency, echoing the waiting of those who tread upon it. Their footsteps carve circles into the ground, mirroring the swirling flight of swallows.
The Story
Florence Cuschieri captures these traveled paths, where tangible wandering dissolves into the silence of the surroundings. The mountain, the forest, the fir trees—each becomes a vessel cradling vulnerable exiled bodies who have found refuge at Chez Marcel, a self-managed space in the French Hautes-Alpes near Briançon. The land she photographs appears suspended in a state of latency, echoing the waiting of those who tread upon it. Their footsteps carve circles into the ground, mirroring the swirling flight of swallows.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.

Details & Craftsmanship
Every detail has been carefully considered to bring you the perfect product.
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Florence Cuschieri captures these traveled paths, where tangible wandering dissolves into the silence of the surroundings. The mountain, the forest, the fir trees—each becomes a vessel cradling vulnerable exiled bodies who have found refuge at Chez Marcel, a self-managed space in the French Hautes-Alpes near Briançon. The land she photographs appears suspended in a state of latency, echoing the waiting of those who tread upon it. Their footsteps carve circles into the ground, mirroring the swirling flight of swallows.

























