I Photographed Myself In My Grandfather's Attires From The 90's.

My Grandfather, Amos died late 2014. It was until about then I realized how casual my idea of him was. I constantly asked myself why I couldn’t see beyond his heavy grins. Why I couldn’t define him as more than the man who was never not glad. Was that all there was or did I just completely miss the point of having people before me? Was there a chance we could have been a lot closer and then maybe I’ll have inherited his hunting rifle? These were the unsettling thoughts that meddled with my conscience. Not the phase of losing someone but that of losing them with not all your heart.

Here are self-portraits in which I am contained by attires he owned at certain dated times in his life.

Maybe this is inspired by an urge to find consolation or my intimate affection for a time before or me just being Adeolu. Regardless, I’m forever glad I happen to find myself in this state.

The series is hence titled; "Losing" Amos.

All Images from “Losing” Amos were shot in one day as I was assisted by Okeke Magnus. I edited and post-processed over the span of a week. Accompanied write-ups were gathered, written and constantly polished for over two weeks.

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