Tipping into the picture, dissolving the border between outside and inside, between a closed world and one that opens somewhere else: Between Worlds is an immersion. The places hardly matter — shops, stations, cafés, metros, hotel rooms, shopping centres — nor do the countries, from Europe to the Middle East, Asia, the United States, Africa, nor the period, from the 1970s to now. What the book lays out is the substance of his visual writing: a luminous alchemy in suspended time.