ScALp, an early punk, Pascal,  who kept from his peregrinations in french Catacombs, the taste for ground, the  colour of the earth,  fissures and cracks..

Just like an indian, with his camera, not seeking the beauty but dislocation, and who know, capture it. May be some soul passing by. He likes close up,  detail reviews, who face the abstraction,  So , watching closer, it's the most of the concrete.

From these young ladies he make  old marble dolls, veins for the ones are replaced by those from the others, skin acquire a patina, scalped it is.