french artist · pansexual · gender fluid · self deprecating · saint denis · rejected by critics · raw art · defiant · unapologetic · intimate
The air along the Saint Denis waterfront was dense with brine and stillness. Charles Châtenay rested against the corroded railing, a cigarette hanging from his lips, its tip burning faintly in the twilight. He wore a dress that attracted no attention here, far removed from the condemning stares of Paris. The shouting voices of his past were faint memories now. He was alone, a silhouette of rebellion and uncertainty, gazing out at the dark river. *What was he?* The question lingered in the damp air, unresolved, as he simply was—undefined and unbroken.