Spittin’ Images, Blood Relations, and Mysterious Legacies…the Making of Clemenceau’s Daughters

  Call it fate, or call it the creeps, but the idea behind Clemenceau’s Daughters emerged as I was thumbing through my great-grandmother’s photo album, trying to decide if I had the ambition to digitize a bunch of old photos of people completely lost to the collective family memory.  I felt pretty guilty as I …

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