Bruno.

His first live mix was at Le Molotov, a two-hundred-capacity venue in Marseille. The band was terrible; the sound, correct. And that's when he understood it: what mattered to him wasn't the music or the stage, it was the problem. Making a space sound the way it should. He'd arrived in the city at eighteen, by train, and started out carrying gear and coiling cables for minimum wage. For the first few months he ate bread and cheese on a bench because he couldn't afford anything more.

A canvas bag suits him for exactly that reason: it's the object of someone who carries things from place to place without making a fuss, the same way he once coiled cables for next to nothing. A fact about the species, outside the image: the mantis has extremely fine antennae with which it senses the faintest air currents. Bruno picks up on what's moving around him the same way. On the front, his calm face; inside, whatever needs carrying. If you like how it works, I have the rest of the bags from the series.