For almost a decade I had the chance to grow up in this country family house. This house used to belong to Jacques Henri Lartigue, a coincidence to the fact I’m a photographer nowadays I don’t know maybe. For all the time I lived there, I almost hated that house. I was in my teenage period, the only thing I cared about was to be as close as downtown as possible to see friends and party whenever I wanted. Now that I left, and left for so long, I realize how much I miss it, I miss every little square of that place, its quietness & peacefulness. Last time I went back for Christmas I decided to walk around and photograph those memories. It’s an unfinished series that I’m impatient to pursue.
Camera: Pentax 67
Films: Portra 160