The go-to place to discard the half forgotten, the unsure-what-to-do-with, the sentimental or attachment objects that once had function or touched  lives. Removed and separated from the everyday living spaces of the rest of a house, 

Often a random collection of furniture, objects, ephemera.  Of orphaned ‘things’, un-anchored from their histories through loss of context and the passing of time. It is place where forgetting and remembering quietly ferment.  Where nothing happens but time changes meanings – the contemporary become anachronistic, the broken becomes decrepit, the sentimental become a shadow of a memory, the story as to the why and how they ended up there, are forgotten.

For the photographs, the objects are taken from the attic to the cellars ( A small french family house that used to produce Champagne)  The journey, selection and arrangement for the camera becomes a slow performance and ritual that might tease out any possible stories that could still be told, to be told.