They are photographs imbued with subtlety and elegance, a song from the inside that Anny Duperey delivers to us; a latent presence challenges us.
Here landscapes steeped in poetry, there intimate and timeless portraits with features fixed by black and white; we meet Isabelle Adjani in a dazzling intimacy, Francis Perrin in a disarming natural, we stop in comforting landscapes and we envy the nap of the cat in full meditation. Each image has a story. In both the laboratory and the shooting, the actress and the novelist reveals her talents as a photographer. After the mask, the pen is the eye that expresses itself and is a master.
Rigor and classicism offer us perfect compositions, the perspectives, the contrasts project us into a reassuring immaterial, the atmospheres all in softness and suggestion transport us in a universe of photographic research rooted in a family history furrowed by film. A sensitive surface by way of a memory.