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Christopher Anderson’s “Marion,” the final book in a trilogy about his own family (see “Son” and “Pia”), constitutes a love letter to his wife, the photo editor Marion Durand.

Anderson, whose career includes working as a war photographer, photographed his wife as part of their day-to-day lives. We see breakfasts, early mornings in bed, off-time spent reading books, holidays at the sea, various apartments, details that hint at daily chores, snapshots together with their children. In all his photographs of Marion – all of them an expression of Anderson’s visual creativity with the camera, whether he jokingly poses as an extension of her breast or captures her looking at the sky, seemingly unaware of camera, or poses her with their daughter for an almost classical portrait – Anderson also captures his deep passion for life and his sincere love of his wife.

“There is nothing to say about these pictures that you don’t already know. They are how I look at you. The fact that they exist as photographs is really beside the point. The camera always seemed like an excuse to enjoy the simple pleasure of looking at you… secondary to the experience itself.”
― from Christoper Anderson’s afterword