Photo de classe Faute de noms, retrouver l’individualité et l’intensité des regards. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... 2 thoughts on “Photo de classe” Add yours What greater nostalgia than the nostalgia for lives we never lived, and above all the childhoods we never lived! LikeLike Reply I’d say there is an even greater nostalgia, for lives that will remain forever unknown to us, lost in anonymity. It is painful to see how many family photos are detached from their stories once people die and their photos get sold by the piece. LikeLike Reply Leave a reply to Adina Ruiu Cancel reply Δ
What greater nostalgia than the nostalgia for lives we never lived, and above all the childhoods we never lived! LikeLike Reply
I’d say there is an even greater nostalgia, for lives that will remain forever unknown to us, lost in anonymity. It is painful to see how many family photos are detached from their stories once people die and their photos get sold by the piece. LikeLike Reply
What greater nostalgia than the nostalgia for lives we never lived, and above all the childhoods we never lived!
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I’d say there is an even greater nostalgia, for lives that will remain forever unknown to us, lost in anonymity. It is painful to see how many family photos are detached from their stories once people die and their photos get sold by the piece.
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