honorable mention
Tom Ferezo france
Photo © Tom Ferezo
title
Tales Of A Lost Mind
Learning how to use it was a therapy. I could still feel his presence, his smell.
I took it with me on my trips, where I knew I would feel particularly lonely, spending unwanted nights in random hotels throughout Europe, as an airline pilot.
I simply wanted to catch and document these moments, to remember how it felt.
"I don't really know what beauty is. Except for beauty itself. Beauty, I'm sure it's beautiful. My mom too, she's beautiful, because she's my mom and I feel that she's gentle and blonde."
The Blind, by Sophie Calle
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entry description
After the sudden death of my beloved father, I felt the urge to stay in touch with him. He had left me a Rolleiflex, a camera I had never used before, but seen for so many years in our living room.Learning how to use it was a therapy. I could still feel his presence, his smell.
I took it with me on my trips, where I knew I would feel particularly lonely, spending unwanted nights in random hotels throughout Europe, as an airline pilot.
I simply wanted to catch and document these moments, to remember how it felt.
"I don't really know what beauty is. Except for beauty itself. Beauty, I'm sure it's beautiful. My mom too, she's beautiful, because she's my mom and I feel that she's gentle and blonde."
The Blind, by Sophie Calle
about the photographer
Born in Brazil, I grew up between Rio de Janeiro and Paris, France. I spend much time alone, around the world. Unknowingly influenced by Stephen Shore and Saul Leiter, amongst others, as an adult, deeply inspired by Nan Goldin as a teenager, I use photography as way to document my intimacy through the outer landscapes that surround me.back to gallery
