Let me introduce you to my Grandma, fabulous isn't she? This is her in 1963 age 38, sprawled across a sandy beach in Spain with a CocaCola in hand. And see that bundle of towels next to her? That's actually my mum.
Old family photographs have a way of taking you back to a time in your memory, or even beyond that into someone else's; you can't help but be inspired by the beauty of old images and the power they have.
Nowadays we are obsessed with youth; 13-year-olds modelling in fashion campaigns, anti-ageing creams taking up entire aisles of pharmacies, endless magazine articles about your ticking bodyclock- and all of this aimed at people who haven't even reached 35. Everything is bright, young, fresh and hot. I've never seen my Grandma- now at the incredible age of 87- looking that way, but beneath the white hair and the wrinkles, she still has a twinkle in her eye, and a sort of sophisticated vitality you simply don't have unless you've lived a while.
So that's what our project is about; finding beauty in age- whether it be a scratched old key or a wrinkley old face- and rediscovering youth.
Isabelle
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