Taken in November 2013 at home in his bedroom.
I came to look after my father in November 2013, so that my mother could have a break from caring for him. To keep myself busy, I set about taking photographs of him; he was a very willing model. He obliging got into bed and shut his eyes. He lay so still, I thought he had fallen asleep. This photo of my father is very poignant as it is one of the last photos of him before dementia really set it; he died six months later in April 2014 in care home.
Vasco, January 2016, Brazil.
Last winter me and Vasco, who was my boyfriend at the time, spent two months in Trancoso; an incredibly beautiful beach town in Bahia where he’s from.
I remember it was raining. I remember hearing the mesmerising noise of a thousand heavy rain drops hitting on the roof, on the balcony, even on the grass of the garden. We were lying in bed and I was looking at Vasco.
When I looked down on my rolleiflex, I knew I was witnessing the most truthful moment of our relationship; the sweetest image of love and intimacy was coming up on that square screen and I froze it, so that it could be forever.
I see the photo as both unique and part of a series of intimate portraits I took in Trancoso, all of them inspired by the true love of young Brazilian couples I met.