Les Mois Noirs (*shrinkwrapped / imperfect*)

.LAST COPY!.

Presentation by Editions 77:      

[ adapted by L'Ascenseur Végétal - Full text in English on the publisher's website ]

" « I encountered the land of the Bigouden, in Brittany, only a few days after meeting my partner, Catherine. I was in my twenties, we had just decided to spend our life together and I had already had to go to Malaysia for several months. To seal our very young relationship, she decided to submit me to the Bigouden test, an initiation ceremony of a few days, at her grandparents' in Kérity.

From the first moment, I was literally bewitched. The smile of her grandmother welcoming us on the sidewalk, the blinding white light on the front of the house, the tray of steamed langoustines on the living room table... then the strolls on the shore, the silhouette of the lighthouse, the stories of sailors lost at sea.

Everything, my retina printed everything.

Twenty years later, here we are again at Kérity. With our two daughters. After more than a decade of life in Paris, we are yearning for profound changes. Finally, it was at Cap Caval, the southern tip of Finistère, that we decided to settle. In Kerity, in the house of Catherine's grandparents.

Quickly, this small familiar territory provoked the long-awaited Copernican revolution. The end of Parisian commissions has enabled me to practice a more personal photography and our new environment becomes my main source of inspiration.

I grope around to escape the worn-out iconography of the seashores, boats and fishing nets. Luckily, I'm too sick at sea to photograph on board! So I stay at the quay and push the door of the hangars: auctions, shipyards, marine forges, canneries, coolers ...

I discover the On land sector fed by the successive tides of trawlers, trolling boats and netters. Community. Manual work. Painfulness. And there are young people. Those who have not left the country but cling to it, viscerally. They intrigue me, I photograph them: the young self-employed fisherman, queen of the embroiderers, miller, fish-scaler, surfer... why do they stay when the majority leave?

They guide me on new paths and help me complete my Bigouden mind map. That's how Les Mois Noirs [ The Black Months ] was born, a fictional photographic story, an intimate representation of the territory in which my Bigoudène and I had decided to live. » "

PLEASE NOTE: Our very last copy is brand new, in the original shrinkwrap, but unfortunately has a slightly bumped corner to the upper right front cover, hardly visible under the blister...

80 pages - Hardcover

Editions 77 - 2020

Format : 19.7 x 27 cm

New - Condition : see note above