After 10 years living in California, away from my native France, Cape Cod felt like home. The unique, old-Atlantic feeling reminded me of the West coast of France where I grew up. I was never alone in Cape Cod. My steps as a photographer felt guided by invisible hands, in particular, those of Edward Hopper and Joel Meyerowitz. These “ghosts of Cape Cod,” as I came to call them, showed me the unique colors of the Cape: soft blues, shifting lights, magenta stones, dark greens. They also guided me towards less familiar, somewhat uncomfortable territories: old cemeteries, dead horseshoe crabs, isolated houses, menacing skies. A tale of life and death unfolded before me, surrounded by striking beauty. The echoes of distant pasts inscribed themselves on my camera's films, in a palette of colors and lights like no others. 

 

Shot on Rolleiflex 3.5F and Kodak Portra 400 films.

 

 

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