Like a fly on the wall, I waited for the residents of an apartment building in order to photograph them in the elevator – the artery of this anonymous residential tower. By temporarily trapping myself and the people I wanted to photograph in the windowless, metal, dark and intimidating environment of the elevators, I eliminated all comfort I could have used to put the subjects and myself at ease. I wanted to strip everything – the people don’t even have a name anymore. 

It’s almost unnameable, but it’s unmistakably there from one moment to the next: suddenly you see someone’s essence, and at the same time you see the reflection of the world in this person.