Two days with JR by Jonas Cuénin

At 4pm, JR is nowhere to be seen. Behind the blue wooded barricade, a dozen people covered in glue are devoted to covering a large wall in with eyes staring in black and white. More then 30 minutes more will tick by in order to see suddenly the face of the elusive artist, up there, on the roof of the building in front of us, waving like a kid