You can’t write good literature with good thoughts alone. And you can’t take good pictures if you let your emotions get in the way.
Arno Brignon, a young father and photographer, know this well. He offers us a vision of a moment from his family life, seen from a distance. He does so not with paternal pride, but with an inquisitive look into how this two-person love story became, suddenly, a love triangle: his wife turned mother, holding, bathing, feeding, playing and sleeping with the child (turning her back on her husband); a baby girl, Joséphine, who looks without seeing and sits without posing; and Arno, the third point, masked behind his camera in search of his new place in this arrangement.
Read the complete text of this article by Dominique Roux on the French version of La Lettre.
