During a fifteen-day solo journey between France and England, Oliver Lei took the photographs that are part of Vague, an intimate and unpublished project. A silent whisper, along with a true visual wandering, pervades these images that echo the photographer’s life, dissolved in uncertainty. If the world around him fades, the contours blur and «I lose myself in this inner fog», Lei himself recounts.

«These images reflect my lost soul, unable to find meaning or direction», the photographer continues, and yet at the heart of this haze, what remains are the colors, vibrant and stubborn. These are the last fragments of light that Lei clings to, his last sparks of hope in the darkness surrounding him. Like a distant flame, they remind me that something beautiful persists, even in chaos.

Through these photos, Oliver Lei sought to capture my journey toward resilience.

Vague is an ode to disorientation, a colorful melancholy that floats between emptiness and hope, between loss and light. Each image is a sigh, a question without an answer, but also, perhaps, a fragile promise.

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