A tribute to the other, the one we sometimes take for granted or never remember.
To the one who flies away when you think you have taken in and the one who remains despite everything.
I love the other like myself, because it is in their eyes that I exist.
The ones you love one night and the ones you love for a life time.
The archive work of these portraits is a tribute to love, to the beauty of human relationships. Give a place to all those we forget, who still exist. This nostalgic representation of the one with rubbed shoulders with sometimes seems to turn into melancholy. This is what I want to transcribe: the melancholy of memory.
Using film camera allows me to capture the essence of a particular moment, the light and the colors around us. It is with those elements that I am giving my interpretation of melancholy.
— Nayla Valigny