A day that stands distinct from all the others. The photograph of Boubat's coffin in the ground so similar in form to the first image in his book of the new bath. Looking into the grave of Boubat is a strangely intimate image, not sentimental. No different to looking into an empty bath and speculating about the bather. The following days images reflect a sense of time pass and of loss.
Nothing is said, just whispered images which connote reflection.
His family fill a large place in his world. These are tender and sensitive images of people used to his camera and gaze, yet they are open uncluttered images. Despite the intimacy of the relationship to him, he photographs each one of his family members with a visual separation and independence. There is something uniquely European in the legitimacy of the male gaze on a kitten, or to be more precise uniquely French. In other visual cultures these images I speculate might be seen but left unrecorded.