Today, I tell you a little bit of my story, of this thread which takes place gradually and that makes me happy: photographing life. It is a story that begins in boxes… Who has not seen these famous boxes, large or small, which contained real treasures on paper, transmitted from generation to generation? When I was a kid, these boxes were carefully stored at the top of the closet of the room of my parents. I remember those moments where a little feverish, I was dragging a heavy Chair on the floor to get to climb to the top of the closet. Those who know me know that I'm not great, not to say "I am small", so it was always a little acrobatic to successfully achieve this large basket that I coveted.
Almost as heavy as me, it contained a collection of memories, sometimes old, my father took care to keep in the picture. Once the cart is placed on the bed of my parents, the great unpacking started: I went out to make a biscuit metal boxes, each recounting years of family life. The memories of holiday reappeared, filled with smiles, bickering with my brothers as summers in Noirmoutier. Parties, small or large, lined up on photos in family, telling the story of several generations. I found even the images of "before", when I was not yet born, and it excited me: images can mean so much, so much love.
This time touch, mix, enjoy these photos surely has a link with this appeal I have for the Image in general. In real life or on paper, I could spend hours admiring incredible scenery or a colorful detail that hit me in the eye. Younger, contemplate the fashion photos in magazines I liked it as much as enjoying the sunset on the beach. I loved collecting these moments, these picks and composing stories with: the door of my room was filling up little by little pictures cut out from magazines, photographs overexposed with the girlfriends, interspersed soundbites to put sense. Telling stories in pictures and put a few words, ultimately always liked it. So today, I am very proud to be able to realize these photos for you, so your turn your box gradually fills.
For the anecdote, some of my first pictures, the beginning of my own box 🙂