I Am An Artist

A trembling stroll in the city, covered by the rumbling of the street and the repetitive monologue of Les Levine hidden behind his dark glasses “I am an artist, I am not concerned by what you're doing” he repeats to those that call to him, or pass him, suspiciously or indifferently – all the passersby of a working-class neighborhood in New York.

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