From the house where my father used to live in the North of France, you can reach the coastline in about twenty minutes, through a path that passes through a forest and leads a beach dotted with bunkers in ruins. Since 2010, I have been taking photographs in this geographical and personal landscape, documenting amongst other things the slow disintegration of these military shelters, together with the erosion of the dunes. This has become a photographic ritual carried out during each of my visits in France.
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