Hillel Winograd is a photographer. The man is marginal. He stands at the edge of the world, in perpetual search for balance. He never stood in the evidence of speech. It is silently and quietly that he considers reality. He waits for his turn, surrounded by a grace that emanates from him. He gleans the precious moment, the slightest detail where the splendor of life shines through. He says, “Making a photo is like catching the ideal.” He holds to life, and he sticks to it. Shooting is an essential link to others, a necessity to stay upright, alive, alert. And it is still standing that he tames the world by photographing it, in an ultimate attempt to put away the change of scenery. Hillel Winograd is not a predator, he does not set traps, on the contrary, he is a gleaner of images, a collector of signs, a collector of moments. He is an indefatigable seeker of infinity. He travels the streets of Paris, he picks the real, which wants to be seared. He aspires to another reality that he applies to drawing. In the accumulation of images, a plot is formed, the photographer, the man seeks his truth.