Jean, a man lost in thought

The work I invite you to explore represents a distinct phase in my photographic research. 

Until now, I had carefully avoided any direct reference to my personal and family history… and then my brother died. The images I present here are not meant to fulfill any duty to remember; they do not chronicle anything and are devoid of pathos. 

They are a simple reminder of a life full of gaps, a life cut short: as a non-commissioned officer in the French Navy, Jean shunned others and ran away from himself—and he died. Beyond our shared early childhood, I know nothing about him, but I am bound to him by an unwavering affection, and I know only that mourning a little brother means mourning one’s own childhood.