Postcards from Morocco
2024 - Ongoing
Before becoming the ultimate symbol of vacation memories, the postcard was first used in a context of military and colonial conquest. Originally, images sent from Morocco to France served to assert control over the colonized space and establish a relationship of subordination with the local populations. Over time, military uniforms were replaced by beachwear, but postcards reveal a continuity in the way the gaze is cast. This colonial perspective, though transformed in appearance, maintains the same division: the same metaphorical wall separates colonizers from the indigenous people, just as it now separates tourists from locals.
Most collections of postcards and photographs of Morocco, dating from the late 19th century to the 1990s, belong to antique dealers. Since these objects hold little political significance in French collective memory, their value is limited to nostalgia for collectors. Yet, they are the material of what Ariella Aïsha Azoulay calls a "potential history" that we have the responsibility to uncover. By acquiring them, I reinsert them into the broader conversation on colonization.
These reflections are also personal. I draw on my grandfather's photographic collections—he worked at the Moroccan Ministry of Tourism. Even though he did not interpret these images with the same critical lens I apply today, I wonder what meaning these carefully preserved photographs held for him.


OUEZZAN. – In the foreground, an olive tree venerated by the Arabs.


Firing on the Dune.

Bedouins arrested during a round up.



Oujda – 11/1/1955 (*)
This card is to give you my news, which is excellent. The weather is superb. Calm has returned to Oujda where there have been some demonstrations, though very minimal ones, not worth talking about. Anyway, don’t worry, we are very peaceful on our farm. Warm kisses,
(*) 1955: independence riots, reinforcements are sent to support the 60,000 French soldiers already there.

Across Morocco
Corpse of a Moroccan brought back to the Camp.

10/1/2000
[…] returning to my roots for 3 weeks… It’s great to go back to one’s country after so many years.

Meknes, 10/24/1956 (*)
My dear parents,
I’m quickly writing you a note as I’m in the middle of moving, I’m in Meknes for now, the Bougnouls [racial slur for Arabs] are setting fire to cars and warehouses so the acrobatic troops are restoring order, it’s not serious because they don’t have weapons, last night there were fires everywhere but this morning all is calm. I received the money order which was very welcome. After the airplane incident we’re not feeling very confident, regarding discharge it’s another story of having to serve extra time. Write to me at the same address.
Sending you my love.
(*) 1956: year of Moroccan independence
