I’d like to introduce you to my parents Brigitte and Bernard; exceptional anonymous people.
They aren’t exceptional in the sense that we hear about them in our society, but in the the values that they have infused in me: humanism, integrity, generosity, and courtesy.
My mother and my father don’t understand my interest in photographing them eating, sleeping or simply setting the table. Recently my father felt ill, old age catching up with him. I love my parents. I love photographing them. My photographs aren’t about social issues. They are a work of love. But isn’t the act of love an underground fight for change?