Oxanna photographs people.
She tries to capture who they are in a single instant.

Marko, on his side, listens to them.

🎧 1. The Bretagne Bridge

Marko walks across the Bretagne Bridge.
In his headphones, a familiar song.
He wonders if Oxanna knows it.
He wonders what song she listens to when she crosses this city.

Oxanna: “Jardin extraordinaire” by Charles Trenet.

A song like a vintage smile, a light step on the concrete.

📍 2. At the Thabor Park

Under the trees, Marko stops.
He imagines Oxanna photographing someone here, in the light filtering through the leaves.
He thinks there are places where music echoes more deeply than elsewhere.

Oxanna: La Courrouze.

A place that vibrates. A corner of the city where time seems suspended, between concrete and sky.

🧠 3. The Voice

A voice in his headphones. A shiver. An image resurfacing.
Someone. An emotion.
Marko wonders: when Oxanna captures a face, does she also see everything that lies behind it?

Oxanna: This song reminds me of “La vraie France.”

A song that evokes roots, real people, faces you don’t forget.

📸 4. In Saint-Malo

From Saint-Malo, Marko imagines Oxanna taking a portrait at the edge of a colorful wall.
He wonders: “Where would she like to be photographed herself?”

Oxanna: At Oberthur Park, in the sunset light.

A soft, golden, almost conspiratorial light — the kind that says more than words.

💼 5. Place de la République

Marko watches the crowd go by.
He wonders what each person is doing.
But mostly: how would Oxanna tell their story in a single image?

Oxanna: Yes, I think you can guess who I am through a portrait — always a camera in my hand.

A distinctive sign. A way of existing through observation.

🎶 6. Work and Music

He thinks photographers need music too.
To focus. To connect.
To translate what they feel.

Oxanna: Charles Trenet, Jean Ferrat, Sinatra.

Timeless voices, straightforward emotions. Like her images.

🪞 7. The Notebook

Marko writes in his notebook:

“A portrait isn’t just a face. It’s a story in a single image.”

Then he writes a sentence that sounds like her.

Oxanna: Joie de vivre.

Two simple, sincere words — everything she tries to capture, and everything she is.