A woman alone in a wheat field, holding a parasol against a sky that cannot decide. Two figures walking toward each other, or away. Three people standing still, looking at something above the frame that we never see.Les Champs du Vent was built around a single question: what does stillness look like when it is charged with something unsaid. We chose the location for its flatness, no landmarks, no escape. The linen suits were a deliberate choice, figures that belong to the landscape and also do not. Shot across one afternoon as the light turned, no artificial fill, no reflectors. Just the field, the wind, and whatever was happening between them.