‘THAT_HAS_BEEN’, initiates from her previous collection '28.10.1952 - 06.09. 2013 (memory, mourning, and mortality)', the collection refers to the realisation of one’s own mortality and the desire to be remembered after passing. The desire for eternal memory draws to a recent collection, which inspired from Roland Barthes’ ‘Camera Lucida’. 



" In photography, I can never deny that the thing has been there. There is a superimposition here: of reality and of the past." - Camera Lucida   


‘When Proust’s narrator, Marcel, eats the crumbs of a Madeleine dipping in lime blossom tea it triggers a process of remembering that brings his past to life. Marcel finally comes to realise why the tasting experience is so potent: it is anchored by a long-buried memory that is gradually brought to the surface of consciousness.’




A souvenir (from French, meaning “a remembrance or memory”), memento, keepsake, or token of remembrance is an object a person acquires for the memories the owner associates with it. A souvenir can be any object that can be collected or purchased and transported home by traveler as a memento of a visit. The object itself may have intrinsic value, or be a symbol of experience. Without the owner’s input, the symbolic meaning is invisible and cannot be articulated.




" The taste of a Madeleine cake dipping in tea inspires a nostalgic incident of involuntary memory."





For once, photography gave me a sentiment as certain as remembrance, just as Proust experienced it one day when, leaning over take to off his boots, there suddenly came to him his grandmother’s true face, ‘whose living reality I was experiencing for the first time, in an involuntary and complete memory.’ 
-Camera Lucida, Chapter 28_ The Winter Garden Photograph























The locket is symbolic of something that you want to keep close to your heart forever; a precious memory to treasure. Timeless and romantic, lockets are traditionally given to a loved ones, containing a photo or lock of hair.




There I was, alone in the apartment where she had died, looking at these pictures of my mother, one by one, under lamp, gradually moving back in time with her, looking for the truth of the face I had loved. And I found it.

-Camera Lucida, Chapter 28_ The Winter Garden Photograph