SUMMER 98

 

Summer ’98 is the essence of all summers.

 

It’s the vague memory we hold of long vacations, the endless days spent in water and sand, and skin stretched tight by salt in the evening.
This series of three pieces echoes the blurry, happy memories of a summer season longer than it actually was.
I will forever cherish the lightness of that temporary everyday life, the scent of the pine forest in the morning, the never ending nights — France was FIFA world champions. 
What a summer.