Villefontaine is big gray concrete housing estates between the three ponds, the forest and a few fields, it's thirty thousand inhabitants with nothing around. It's also a sensitive urban zone, a “hot spot”: that doesn't mean much more than that young people are fed up there. There's no work, no entertainment, just a small supermarket, two or three parking lots, a bus every hour, not much interesting to do. Villefontaine is the town where I lived for 10 years, 10 years ago, and which hosted part of my life - my discovery of the world, of relationships and bodies, of my femininity and that of others, of friendship and sisterhood, alongside my emancipation from a dysfunctional home. It was also in Villefontaine that I got the urge to make art, create things and tell stories. I left 10 years ago, and now I want to tell it all - my story, our stories, the shared stories of a bumpy, shabby land, the funny stories of our little misdeeds and the more serious stories that still inhabit us. 

Madinet El-Nafoura is a project that traces all this, these few years of life, the passage between childhood and adulthood, the moments of calm between storms, the in-betweens, the boredom, the normal stories of normal people, little girls and wild children looking for a home - in the city, in their bodies, in their status as women in the world.

It's a collection of images, an artist's book, a gathering of visual experiments and suburban poetry, a logbook constructed 10 years too late, foggy memories collected before they disappeared, painting a multiple and dissonant portrait of these haunted places from 2004 to 2014.