I spent my childhood growing up on a farm overlooking the valley of the Pyrenees in the southwest of France at an altitude of 3937 feet. My parents have about a hundred sheep, which they raise for meat. I lived with the seasons and believed that I would become a shepherdess myself. That, however, was not meant to be my destiny. After 10 years spent in Paris, New York and around the world as a photographer, I returned to my village to begin this project, taking portraits of the last remaining farmers of the Pyrenees, farmers I grew up with, many of whom still live their lives in an antiquated style.
I want to commemorate the disappearing way of life of farmers in highland towns of the Pyrenees, France. This particular agrarian lifestyle fascinates us partly for the connection it suggests with the rhythms of nature, partly for the sense it gives of the continuity of life, partly for its implication that we consider cherishing simplicity in an increasingly complex world, and partly for what it tells us about not only where we come from but also where we are heading.
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