Lise Sarfati began taking photographs at 13, when she accompanied her mother who was then researching a novel on aging, to the homes of old women who lived in big, empty apartments in Nice, France. The camera probably helped her younger self deal with these intimidating encounters while it also ‘allowed [her] to create a fixed image that removed [her] from reality and allowed [her] to have a different relationship with the world’. In 2003, the French photographer settled in California where she pursued her exploration of adolescence. Her images evoke film stills but also vintage family snapshots within which the boarders between fiction and reality are blurred while they reveal this suspended and bizarre period that stretches itself between childhood and adulthood. The observer of the intermediary, there is something in Lise Sarfati’s gaze that seems detached and awake at the same time…just as her young sitters.