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This is my father - Albano Costa Lobo’s photography archive (1958-2007). This photo became a symbol of transience and permanence.

Estoril, 1977

 My 27th birthday cake as a memento mori

My 27th birthday cake as a memento mori

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Hotel Vidago, 1975

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Hotel Vidago, 1975

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Some of the romantic entanglements which didn't result in me

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My grandfather's last birthday in 1979.

I I felt my grandfather’s absence in the 1980 negatives folder and it was later confirmed that he had indeed died in 1979. I think this was my father's golden age, the time when his father was alive.

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I like to think about what paintings witness, about how they age alongside us, and about how they will most likely outlive us

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 My 27th birthday cake as a memento mori
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This is my father - Albano Costa Lobo’s photography archive (1958-2007). This photo became a symbol of transience and permanence.

Estoril, 1977

My 27th birthday cake as a memento mori

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Hotel Vidago, 1975

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Hotel Vidago, 1975

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Some of the romantic entanglements which didn't result in me

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My grandfather's last birthday in 1979.

I I felt my grandfather’s absence in the 1980 negatives folder and it was later confirmed that he had indeed died in 1979. I think this was my father's golden age, the time when his father was alive.

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I like to think about what paintings witness, about how they age alongside us, and about how they will most likely outlive us

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