The Daily Travel Books are sixteen volumes made of instant unedited shots. They are witnesses of a universe belonging to a moment in time where the best camera is the only one you carry with you.
Although they are very humble and self-conscious of their stains, a few shots by them have been shown in Paris and Barcelona’s collective and personal shows.
Often squared as if they were straight, the Deeteebees were fuzzy Soft Black Stars until things exploded. Intense beings, they call themselves Be We asking you to be yourself as double you is us from Paris with or without love. Walking Away in California, they cheated on squares and monochromes for a colorful Good Day spreading in Elle A.
Flirting with documentary when they are other bricks in the wall in Paris, they are most of the time intimate love songs. For Marlon in green and blues, they turn into Wastelands when framed old-style.
Instant love for the second they're living in, the Deeteebees sometimes dress in Polaroids. Using filters as a classical fiction technique, they are naked as unedited raws.
Taken for themselves without any desire to be shown, they are very shy and deliver many sides of what time can be.
They obviously wouldn’t be themselves without Pink Floyd, Antony and the Jo, The Dresden Dolls, Tom Waits, TS Eliot and Woodkid, Grant Lee Buffalo and Soko, Keaton Henson, Unkle or Tash Sultana. They just can’t stop the music, 'cause they are nothing else but a soundtrack. Always on the move.
They are not talking technique. They are talking little souls, instant moods. They are from the moon or from now - here. They love to hide. But they decided to become a gift instead of a stash.
Be kind with them, they are sensitive.