I like to remember my first series, the ones that used to have their own page, and their own text. The one that mattered for a long time. After a while, other stories are lived and other instants are captured. Layers on layers of life.

The old series never completely disappear. They just get thinner, stripped down to the essential. A good light, a good framing, a perfect timing.

Still, I like to put these images together. The story they tell is mine.