What about your memories now?

What about your fairy tale?

I have only one urgency: to save it, to tell it, and to give it back to time. My memories, those of her and my family have come to me through the black and white images, of his camera, the magnetic tapes on which our voices are recorded, the 16 mm film.

My memory of him is in the smell of his darkroom, in the click of the shutter, in the noise of the aperture ring, in the crackle of the movie camera. Everything I know about him was passed through photography.