Foam was the first material I have ever been obsessed with. This picture belongs to my personal archive of accidental street encounters. An accident holds an antagonist meaning for me; there is always a reason why things happen and even if it’s bad, you’ll always find out the good side of it. So much of our lives are built on accidents, small and big ones. It’s a good word for me, it’s a good thing. They escape logic and protect us from the heaviness of life.