The story of a family home, a 1930s pavilion at Mitry-Mory in the Seine-et-Marne. A story of almost a century that crosses a history of the medium in its most universal function, when it is a popular practice and the cult of memory is perpetuated on glossy paper. Here is the pavilion of Cyrille Derouineau's childhood, that of his paternal grandparents; it is also where he claims his first exposures.

“I still look at the images of the house closed on its memories, which flow into the garden, once breathing on the walls. Something of time wanders here and there, settles on a face, a look. The memory of the one who ordered them writes this past, which will henceforth be an eternal present. Moments and their shadows float in the garden, suspended gestures catch the eye. Life slips through. As you turn the pages, a little ghost theatre comes to life: people change, age, bear witness to a time that has passed.” — Michèle Lesbre