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In 2002 my relationship was slowly falling apart. As a way of documenting our last days together, I started making one photograph every night. The camera shutter was left open for 3 to 8 hours every night in front of our bed in a darkened bedroom, and as the beginning morning light arrived the exposure was interrupted. It is an intimate journal, documenting time and memory, where the present meets the past.
A multi-sensory experience of the relationship and its demise [New York Post]
A view from the foot of her bed, the most intimate place you can find suddenly becomes universal [Posture Magazine]
Florence Montmare took that experience and turned it on its head ... incredibly beautiful and, dare we say it, quite poignant. [TimeOut New York]