He didn't like to have his picture taken. All his life, he had tried to conceal his buttocks which he found flat, to hide his mouth behind his hand.
And the rest, too.
Because I asked my father if he would allow me to photograph him one last time, and he whispered: “My hands, then…”
Because they are partly hidden
2018 - Dead End, Château la Coste, Le P Sainte Réparade, France