In Isabelle Binder-Lindbergh's photographs, clouds are never mere extras. They sketch a suspended universe, a shifting territory where the imagination wanders. Baudelaire called them "marvelous constructions of the intangible," while Proust saw them as fleeting forms seducing the mind with their incessant transformations. For Isabelle, they embody the subtle dialogue between humanity and immensity, a visual echo of her silver veil that traverses her shots like a living metaphor.