In this series Flore calls up the adolescence of Marguerite Duras in the places of the former French Indochina.

“With the framing of her pictures, with that white matter that comes out of them — down there even the sun is white, everything is steeped in a kind of haze that blurs the outlines — she manages not so much to illustrate Duras's texts as to follow in her steps.” — Laure Adler