In Mers-les-Bains and Berck-Plage, I was surprised by a strange parade on the sea shore. A masculine parade where teenagers and young men, often in small groups and very rarely accompanied by girls or young women, showed their bodies under the brigth sun - for this time- of the North, as for a beauty, maybe a love contest. Fascinated by this merry-go-round - this contemporary ballet - that ended often when leaving the sea shore when t-shirts fell again on shoulders and trunk, i asked myself about beauty and about body language.
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