“Like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” — Marcel Proust
Remi Rebillard knows how much I love a story, and luckily for me he’s always willing to tell one – no matter how deep or how small – about some moment, some mood, some memory that either inspired or surrounded his work. This time it was a Proust-like moment: the “involuntary memory” described famously as rushing over Proust at the taste of a tea-soaked madeleine. These polaroids, Remi tells us, quoting the above, are the madeleine behind his Proust-like epiphany.
The polaroids, lost to a dust-collecting corner and more recently found, were snapped in Remi’s voyages across Seychelles, Mauritius and the Bahamas in the 1990s. Some faces you may recognise, but only the people in the them and the man behind the camera can experience that involuntary memory of salt and sand and sea that comes flooding back at their sight.
The memories may not be waiting amid the ruins to remind us of these times, but we can none the less enjoy the collection of photos. You can view them at the gallery above.