Marseille in summer, gangs of young people flow through the city, by bus, scooter, scooters. They find themselves on the Corniche Kennedy, or in the creeks of Samena, Sugiton and Les Goudes, challenging each other over the weeks, to jump ever higher, at all costs, even when the Mediterranean is breaking. But why this obsession?
It is perhaps a place of confrontation, where only waves and gravity are law, and one seeks to measure its limits there to graze life, like a rite of passage to the age of man. Perhaps they also respond to a quest for immemorial sensations, the desire to experience the power of the elemental forces again, to remember that we are part of a whole.
These bodies are anchored in the immensity of the elements to regain their freedom. The light and the waves wash away the stigmata of the concrete, reminding them of their first and ancestral relationship to the world. They thus unfold with eternity, inviting us to realize that we too carry deep within us this imprint of origins.