Losing the North
Diptychs
I was born in northern France, where I lived from childhood until I was 19, in a small working-class town between slag heaps and glassworks. Sixteen years later, when my daughter was born, I returned with my camera to capture the faces of those who had never really known me as I was. My country, my family, our otherness. I look at them today with tenderness, always from a distance, and connected to our mutual misunderstandings. My mother, a wall. My father, a still life. Stones, locks, cemeteries, heartbeats.
