On June 17th, every year, we photograph ourselves to stop, for a fleeting moment, the arrow of time passing by. It all started 43 years ago, with a very simple proposition for which photography was particularly suited: to register in a very simple way how our faces, Susy’s and mine, changed as time passed. When our children were born we continued: June 17th became a sacred rendezvous, one not to be missed, no matter what. We persevered, year after year, to the point where the project itself took hold of us and we could no longer abandon it. For us,...
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