Sarah Moon, white light

I looked out of my bedroom window.

I saw the snow, the silence it imposed, this white that covered everything but left the branches of the hydrangeas bare, to the bone ...

»Discover the whole of F, Art de vivre

Ilona Suschitzky

This image, taken on a winter day in 1985, is charged with what I felt when Mike, my assistant and friend for fifteen years, disappeared, who had just passed away.

At the start, I was self-taught;

Mike brought me his technical knowledge, essential at the time when digital did not exist.

It removed this constant preoccupation, and it empowered and reassured me in the work of order.

He was a wonderful person, who accompanied other photographers, including Bob Richardson, he did not pretend to be a photographer when he was, of course.

After his disappearance, it was difficult for me to go to the studio, to do fashion… I started again a few months later.

It was from 1985, deprived of this dialogue with Mike, that I started working

This article is for subscribers only.

You have 43% left to discover.

Subscribe: 1 € the first month

Can be canceled at any time

I ENJOY IT

Already subscribed?

Log in