Fourteen photographs taken with her lover, Marc Marie, articulate this love story marked by breast cancer suffered by Annie Ernaux.
“Often, from the beginning of our relationship, I had been fascinated to discover when I woke up the table with the remains of dinner, the chairs displaced, our mixed clothes, lying on the floor anywhere on the eve of the night when making the love. It was a different landscape each time. I wonder why the idea of photographing him didn't occur to me earlier. Or why I never proposed it to any man. Perhaps he believed there was something vaguely shameful or unworthy about it. Perhaps, also, it is because I could only do it with that man in that period of my life. »
