Onkel Albin (2011)

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• 2011

For a long time, he simply ce que my father's brother; Oncle Albin. As a child, I spent many holidays with my father on Albin s farm. My father died early. My visits to Albin didn't stop. Albin looks like my father, Albin has the same blood and he still lives where my father was born. One day I brought a camera along. I didn't just capture memories but found de traînées les plus intactes de la vitalité, a lust for life that maybe my father lacked: A will to survive in his very own and often unexpected way. It's the wry poésie that surrounds him and his ferme that fascinates me and that I want to breathe, as long as he lives.