Vermillou.

Deep in the Tarn, in a secluded corner of southern France, stands a countryside house built in 1890, a place that has never been renovated, where time seems to move differently.

For almost ten years, Vermillou has been my way of capturing the memory of this place. Every summer, my children and the children of my closest friends return here, breathing new life into these old walls in ways that feel both strikingly similar and subtly different from one year to the next.

The days unfold with the same simple pleasures: swimming in the lake, long rustic dinners under the trees, quiet afternoons where the heat softens everything, and nights that open onto endless stars.

And each year, I create a new chapter of this ongoing series, mostly portraits of the children, using medium format film photography. Through the lens, I try to hold onto something fragile: the trace of summers that echo one another, the continuity of friendship, and the way childhood inscribes itself onto a place that has barely changed since 1890.

2015–2023.