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The following is a short photo essay about my 89 year old grandfather’s usual hot summer day in his home in western Romania, where he lived for the last 45 years. I took the first two photos of the series 6 years ago, without thinking about it as a serious project at that time, I was just enjoying the moment. At the end of August 2015 I came back to him as a subject.Once a week, on Monday afternoons, on the sound of his radio that plays loud folk music, he prepares his shaving items on the kitchen table almost like a ceremony.
They are the same for as long as I can remember: a traditional shaving razor and brush, shaving cream made from soap mixed with water in a sour cream plastic cup, a towel and an old newspaper. Except for the mirror, because he doesn’t need it anymore. Over the past years he has gone almost completely blind because he refused to have a surgery that would have partially restored his eyesight.
This whole ritual can take up to one hour as he stops occasionally to react to a noise or listen to some news and discuss it with his wife; then resumes on checking his face meticulously by touch and applying cream and shaving what he has left. After he’s done he puts every item back into the black wooden box that I have always liked and spends some more time in the kitchen or in his bedroom listening to the radio. He never turns on the TV during the day.
Late evenings, after dinner, he is always in his bedroom, listening to the TV next to his wife of 58 years. Hanging on the walls behind them are the framed photos of his children: a son he lost young and my teenage mother.
Listening to the radio during the day and to the TV during the evening and night are his only entertainment. He doesn’t want to go outside of the courtyard anymore. He now suffers from severe depression and panic attacks and describes his condition as being permanently in a heavy fog.
They are the same for as long as I can remember: a traditional shaving razor and brush, shaving cream made from soap mixed with water in a sour cream plastic cup, a towel and an old newspaper. Except for the mirror, because he doesn’t need it anymore. Over the past years he has gone almost completely blind because he refused to have a surgery that would have partially restored his eyesight.
This whole ritual can take up to one hour as he stops occasionally to react to a noise or listen to some news and discuss it with his wife; then resumes on checking his face meticulously by touch and applying cream and shaving what he has left. After he’s done he puts every item back into the black wooden box that I have always liked and spends some more time in the kitchen or in his bedroom listening to the radio. He never turns on the TV during the day.
Late evenings, after dinner, he is always in his bedroom, listening to the TV next to his wife of 58 years. Hanging on the walls behind them are the framed photos of his children: a son he lost young and my teenage mother.
Listening to the radio during the day and to the TV during the evening and night are his only entertainment. He doesn’t want to go outside of the courtyard anymore. He now suffers from severe depression and panic attacks and describes his condition as being permanently in a heavy fog.
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1024x683px 423.39 KB
Make
NIKON CORPORATION
Model
NIKON 1 V1
Shutter Speed
1/30 second
Aperture
F/4.0
Focal Length
14 mm
ISO Speed
2200
Date Taken
Aug 31, 2015, 10:49:40 AM
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Fantastic portrait and essai transformed !
Remind my Grandmother...
Remind my Grandmother...