Based in Toronto, the photographer Mark Sommerfeld seems to be the kind of artist capable to identify, just by seeing it briefly, a light, a face, a hidden poetry, and then immortalize it. Prolific at will, Sommerfeld regularly feeds his logbook with clichés of unkown people, of a simple reflect or, for example, of an old sports-car parked in a street. And his mastery is such that it allows lifeless objects to tell us a billion stories.
