Mes Yeux Perdus by Alain Paris
I've known Alain for a few years now, ever since I arrived in Nantes, and I have admired his photographic work (and am looking forward to his upcoming book next fall.) He manages to be both super precise and dedicated, and super experimental and willing to take risks, and it shows in this book, one that moved me as much because of the context of it as because of the contents. I did not know that Alain was gradually losing his sight, but in typical Alain fashion, instead of bemoaning the fact, he has endeavoured to explore anew old images of his life, negatives he has not explored in ages, and print them in the darkroom in a way that is inevitably different due to his lesser ability to see details. From a slightly more technical angle, Mes Yeux Perdus (my lost eyes) presents raw and rough prints, prints that embrace blur, multiple exposure, and more generally things that conventional photography would deem mistakes but I know in Alain's case are deliberate. Throughout the journey of his photographic past, we also travel in Alain's present, and I found the zine not only superb but very powerful.
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