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Yann Castanier |
Papy, mamie et Alzheimer→ commander un tirage papier → Télécharger la série en PDFI'm taking in pictures my grand-parents since 2008. My grand-father was diagnosed with the alzheimer disease when I was 8. I didn't get the chance to really know him and I wanted to know who he was as he was disapearing. At the age of 22, I started to take him in picture as he was in a retirement house for dependent people. I did his portrait and, in the meantime, took shots of my grand-mother trying to stay in touch with him, struggling daily against the disease which dismantled the bonds between them. I took these pictures in a harsh black and white to emphasize my grand-father's locked-up in the past. In the same time, i took pictures of my grand-mother, alone, at his home. The present was colorful and pastel. My grand-father died in 2010. |