"Traces of Home" is a photography series initially highlighting individuals who have moved to Paris from various parts of the world. In the series, they share a special item that evokes memories of their homeland or a significant moment or a person. This ongoing project intends to document expatriates in diverse countries over the next 5-6 years
Anne Anne Neuenschwander, with her grandmother's scarf.
Anne Neuenschwander
'This scarf has been with me for a long time and it has become an important object of my travels. It originally belonged to my grandma Suzanne, born in a small swiss village. She was a curious and adventurous person who was born in a generation which did not allow for all her qualities and dreams to see the light. Wearing the scarf is reminder of her courage and her joie de vivre. It feels light but also full of history.' - Anne Neuenschwander
Geneviéve Kayra with her grandmother Patricia's ring.
Geneviéve Kayra with her grandmother Patricia's ring.
'I feel nostalgic, it also reminds me of family, the one I’m from, the one I choose and the one I want to create. The ring seems mysterious and also warm , and reminds me to being connected to our lineage. I feel comforted and protected'. Geneviéve Kayra
Danna Hargett with her grandfather's teapot, 13th April 2024
'On days when I stayed on my grandparents farm in Alabama, I would spring out of bed before dawn and rush down stairs as soon as the smell of coffee drifted into my room. In the kitchen, my grandfather would be standing over the counter pulling down two white cups from the cabinet. I would sit at the table and he would pour me a cup of milk when I was young and add a little more coffee each year as I got older. We would drink our coffee together and then he would go off to work on the farm and I would fall asleep on the couch till it was time for breakfast. Those quiet cups of coffee with my grandfather in the pretty floral teacups I wasn’t supposed to use, were some of the happiest of my childhood. Now as I stand over my own counter taking those same teacups out of the cabinet with the smell of coffee drifting out of my grandfather’s pot, I look out my kitchen window and see the Eiffel Tower, but it still feels like home, because my grandfather is there with me.'. Danna Hargett