The series Familiar Places is an open letter of apologies to all the places we often take for granted. Through collections of films, photos and short stories, I intend to shares tales of these familiar yet unique places that I am lucky to call home.
I remember the long stretched road bordered with tall green pine trees beside the brown-coloured water from the sea-salted swamps.
I remember the elongated pink birds feeding in the shallow brine and the shark fin guarding the river that ran through a small town with yellow painted houses and orange roofs.
I remember the restaurant nested on a sharp bluff with a splendid view on the Mediterranean Sea made of a vast blue canvas speckled with triangular white sails. It ran from the bottom of the cliffs and spread across the horizon where lushly green domes stood, shrouded by a thin white mist.
I remember the ferry ride aboard the blue hull boat we boarded from a port named after a melted fort.
And finally, I remember Her. She is said to be one of four daughters cherished by an ancient king. She was known for her two faces. Like any formidable women, she was fierce, untamed and beautiful. The relentless winds carved her southern lines with sharp black cliffs that plunged into the depths where ferocious waves broke against her sides.
But she was also calm, soothing and kind. Her curved northern lines were filled with sandy beaches, delicately licked by crystal waters. She always sang with the cicadas, luring sailors from the Seven Seas. It is said that a famous loving pirate gifted her of his entire treasure that she kept hidden ever since.
She was so mesmerizing that an Ancient Serpent fell for her and jealously fought prying sailors with its fire breath. The Leviathan was named L’Alycastre and made its lair in a deep and dark cave pierced in the bluffs of a windy beach. Those who dared to venture in the cove would hear the serpent’s fainted roar blended with the waves.
She wore the most exquisite perfume, the sourness of citrus, the exotic scent of eucalyptus and the salted brine.
From the first time I saw Her, I knew. Like many men and women before me, I had fallen for Her. She was named Porquerolles.
Along with her sisters, The Greeks named them Stoechades. Today they are known as the Golden Islands.
Read the story: https://www.robinferand.com/blog/30th-issue-familiar-places-south-of-france
Shot with Panasonic GH5, iPhone X
Edited on Premiere Pro
Colours: Film Convert Nitrate