Sunny Suits Objects of Affection

“A relationship was ending, and I wanted to get some pictures of us together,” the photographer Sunny Suits said recently from her home in the Marais, the once-bohemian Paris neighborhood. “That’s what I consider the beginning of my work.”

Suits makes photographs, almost exclusively in color, about people she has loved and admired, often of people loving (2012), when a lover’s hand at another’s throat can be both warming and warning, an attempt to hold on that just pushes away. “It’s not so sharp and clear,” Suits says of this portrait of her friends, “but none of that matters. It’s in a parking lot after dinner. What I want is that thing that hits you in the stomach.”