The face of time. Old photos. Stories told, untold, retold...
then, now and then over again.
Our stories play out, we each have a part.
Digging at the brocante photos unearthed
in a soap tin held together with a rubber band.
The soap tin had a tag it said:
"Photographs from the Canebiere, Marseilles"
Photo of a mother and child:
Marie-Francoise and bebe Mathilde.
Photo of a young girl:
Helene with the latest hairstyle
against her parent's wishes.
Photo of a young man: Was he the father of Mathilde?
or the husband of Marie-Francoise?
Maybe he was Helene's brother Jean-Pierre?
I don't know, only his name is written on the back.
Photo: Young man with a stiff collar and a tie,
Photo: A boy in a sailor outfit missing his white tie.
Blue eyes, ruby lips, straight bangs...
his name: Andre-Michel.
Do you know that most French names have a masculine and feminine pronunciation?
Photo: Girl with a monogram on her dress.
Is she Jacques' sister?
Are they facing opposite so that in a photo frame they could be facing one another?
Lise and Cosette with a hint of a smile.
Cosette is wearing a pinafore.
Photo: Serious with earrings.
Was it a rough day?
Marie-Louise doesn't say.
Old photos found in a soap tin.
Photo: Young woman on a boat.
Estelle, with yellow espadrilles.
Taken by her Father Henri one summer at the Vieux-Porte in Marseille.
Photo: Young woman with a yellow purse.
Chelsea. Taken by Martin in Mexico.
Old photos capturing a brief moment in time to be replayed over and over again
in another moment in time.
Who are you, can you share your image in words?
Photo: Middle-Aged Woman
Grieving her brother.
Never wears yellow.
Prefers black --
It is a good thing she doesn't wear yellow or she would be mistaken for a bumblebee.
The oldest child, only daughter, four brothers - Missing one.
If you want to use this example or your own:
A color you would never wear.