“She is successively called Rachel, Monique, Szyndler, Calle, Pagliero, Gonthier, Sindler,” says French photographer Sophie Calle. “My mother loved that we talk about her. Her life doesn’t appear in my work. That annoyed her. When I set my camera at the foot of the bed where she was dying, because I was afraid that she would expire in my absence, whereas I wanted to be there to hear her last word, she shouted: ‘Finally.’ ”
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