25 years at Mas Blacous

A photography project showcasing my grandmother’s home in the south of France; somewhere I would now consider to be more my home than anywhere else, having spent all 25 summers of my existence here, watching thunderstorms, paddling in rivers, dancing at local fetes, shopping in markets and cycling to the local bread shop.

Although I have made a number of beautiful memories here, the house itself is slowly falling apart. With the spirit of my grandad imbedded in the walls - having built the place shortly before his death a few years later, my granny no longer enjoys the long summer days in the house.

In these photographs, I’ve tried to capture all the magic the house brings for me, the decorative beauty, the old-school french architecture and the odd things that make the place ours whilst also portraying its more broken qualities.

This will eventually become a publication.