The course of Thibault de Puyfontaine is that a moth, drawn
towards light bulbs and neon. The first stage of Late colors took
him to Egypt and Mozambique. Under the strange electric lights of
African nights, the city becomes a theatrical set: walls become
diaphanous ruins, foam folds into a white rose, substance forms
an unreal patchwork. We have no way of knowing whether we are
in Cairo in Alexandria, or in Maputo. We are in a city that does not
exist. An imaginary city in the heart of the night.