Journal
Fragments of a creative life
My Streets
Visual diary of presence, transition, and observation across the city.
Same places, different stories..
Visual diary of presence, transition, and observation across the city.
Same places, different stories..
My streets.
Rain - field notes
05:18
La Défense, Paris
05:18
La Défense, Paris
Low clouds.
Light rain.
Almost no people.
The city sleeps.
Few silhouettes, umbrellas.
Silence.
As concept artists, we spend countless hours trying to invent believable atmospheres.
Sometimes reality does all the work for us.
An unusually early morning, low clouds hiding the tops of the towers,
light rain and an empty financial district transformed La Défense into something that felt strangely cinematic.
La stanza vuota
Some places never forget.
Some places never forget.
The objects remain, marks of your hands.
The silence remains.
That silence still speak of you.
The Empty Room
Sketchbook #145 - Nothing is more personal than a brush stroke
I love drawing in my sketchbook. When I think about it, it’s incredible how much time I’ve spent drawing traditionally, even if the results have often been slow to appear….
I love drawing in my sketchbook. When I think about it, it’s incredible how much time I’ve spent drawing traditionally, even if the results have often been slow to appear.
In 2014, I moved to Paris with the idea of settling down and working remotely after years of traveling around the world. At that time, driven by my desire to explore the world of concept art for film and television, I decided to return to fine art school. My background was mostly rooted in photography and heavily focused on 3D-based design, but I felt the need to go back to the basics — to refine and strengthen my fundamentals.
That journey into traditional work never left me. Despite the daily use of technology in my professional life, it gradually became more and more important in my artistic path.
The struggle, the frustration, but also the passion that fuels the discipline required to show up every day eventually became almost addictive to me.
I can hardly express how difficult this journey has been, especially for someone like me, who sometimes feels as though he was born with no natural predisposition for it. And yet, at the same time, it has also become a form of therapy — a space of silence, honesty, and meaningful hard work where I can slowly find myself again, stroke after stroke.
A moveable feast
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you…”
Ernest Hemingway
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you…”
Ernest Hemingway
I travelled widely in my younger years, living in different cities, each leaving their own trace. Later, more mature, I arrived in Paris.
It didn’t feel like a beginning. More like a place where everything I had lived before could finally converge.
The city works for me as a container for memory and experience, quietly stirring them, letting them collide and evolve.
From that mixture, something beautiful sometimes emerges.
Whitechapel - ambient pill
Short track i composed to accompany a making of video of a personal concept art piece about Jack the Ripper and my love for this mystery and for Victorian Era London. Tried to capture the mood of the place while imagining what it could feel like to wander those poorly illuminated and filthy streets, how could this not be a playground for a serial killer !?
Short track i composed to accompany a making of video of a personal concept art piece about Jack the Ripper and my love for this mystery and for Victorian Era London. Tried to capture the mood of the place while imagining what it could feel like to wander those poorly illuminated and filthy streets, how could this not be a playground for a serial killer !?
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Structures - ambient
Skyscrapers vanish into the clouds as colossal ships glide between them. Below lies nothing but an endless ocean, the surface of a forgotten world. A glimpse into the future, an imagined civilization where architecture reaches beyond the sky.
Skyscrapers vanish into the clouds as colossal ships glide between them. Below lies nothing but an endless ocean, the surface of a forgotten world. A glimpse into the future, an imagined civilization where architecture reaches beyond the sky.
Structures.
This is the idea behind the writing of this piece of ambient music which accompanied one of my illustrations.
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Fog
For me, fog feeds the imagination. It refuses to reveal the landscape all at once, asking you to trust that what has disappeared from view is still there.
For me, fog feeds the imagination. It refuses to reveal the landscape all at once, asking you to trust that what has disappeared from view is still there.
In a way, if you think about it, fog doesn't add anything to the world, it takes things away.
And, much like the finest paintings, it is through that absence that what truly matters begins to emerge…
Veils of Istanbul
Beautiful old corners bathed in sunset light, night-time shopfronts glowing softly in the dark
There is a very interesting concept called hüzün, introduced by Orhan Pamuk in his beautiful book Istanbul: Memories and the City.
It is not easy to translate, but it can be described as a kind of shared melancholy, almost a poetic sadness that seems to permeate the very walls of Istanbul.
I think it takes living there for a long time, and perhaps also the sensitivity of a master like Pamuk, to truly understand it, and probably feel it.
I cannot say I do. But during my visit there was definitely something special: an atmosphere, an energy that I still remember clearly, beautiful old corners bathed in sunset light, night-time shopfronts glowing softly in the dark… i do still miss it just by writing about it
This mood surrounded the city’s beautiful, timeworn architecture, buildings that have witnessed centuries of change and history.
I just love Istanbul.
Form A - score
Form A, shortfilm score
A track i composed scoring an abstract shortfilm for which i shot a lot of macro photography and i’m actually revisiting right now to see if i can “upgrade” it.
Music wise i wanted something slow and contemplative, but also mysterious, which is generally what i like in music.
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
True North
Glimpses of Canada's breathtaking wilderness, where black and white transforms the landscape into something timeless.
I still vividly remember a long walk along an old trail with my other half.
Glimpses of Canada's breathtaking wilderness, where black and white transforms the landscape into something timeless.
I still vividly remember a long walk along an old trail with my other half.
Surrounded by the silence of those vast landscapes, we followed abandoned railway tracks as a gentle rain began to fall.
The atmosphere was impossible to recreate, something quietly magical,
revealed only to those willing to slow down, to truly see, and to deeply feel.
Sic Parvis Magna
The original score of a simple abstract short film i created a few years back, will probably re work and expand this music idea while i go back and refine the short itself. We’re never satisfied of our work, and this is a blessing and a curse.
The original score of a simple abstract short film i created a few years back, will probably re work and expand this music idea while i go back and refine the short itself. We’re never satisfied of our work, and this is a blessing and a curse.
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Storm
From “ The Soul’s Storm “ by Emily Dickinson
It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
I thought that storm was brief,
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky
From “ The Soul’s Storm “ by Emily Dickinson
Ibiza
It’s not the style i prefer to compose but i have beautiful memories of my young age dancing nights, my love for clubbing faded with age obviously but i still love listening to some good dance music.
This is just a fun weekend exercise to create some beats and go back in time
It’s not the style i prefer to compose but i have beautiful memories of my young age dancing nights, my love for clubbing faded with age obviously but i still love listening to some good dance music.
This is just a fun weekend exercise to create some beats and go back in time
Composed in Logic Pro - Kawai Novus NV5S - Expressive-E Osmose
Snow
Photography often means patience and a willingness to do things most people wouldn’t, simply to witness something, to capture a fleeting moment or a feeling.
Photography often means patience and a willingness to do things most people wouldn’t, simply to be a witness, to capture a fleeting moment or a feeling.
That is one of the aspects of photography I love most. We are surrounded by beautiful moments every day, yet we rarely take the time to stop and truly look, to really see right ?
Sometimes it means waking up at 5 a.m. and heading into a snowstorm just to photograph a pristine white blanket, untouched by human footprints.. or noticing a baker hard at work before dawn, his small workspace the only place illuminated while the city sleeps around him.
This is the good stuff.
A story
I saw you in the subway, low angle view, looking ahead.
You're moving into the future. Your presence defined, your posture composed, steady gaze, there is natural confidence in the way you stand... your expression carries a quiet determination.
I saw you in the subway, low angle view, looking ahead.
You're moving into the future. Your presence defined, your posture composed, steady gaze, there is natural confidence in the way you stand... your expression carries a quiet determination.
Where do you go ?
Paris, May ‘26
Aussie days
My time in Australia was quite something, and I still hold those memories close to my heart. Above all, I cherish the letters I exchanged with my father, whom I would lose not long after returning to Europe.
Australia, 2007
My time in Australia was quite something, and I still hold those memories close to my heart. Above all, I cherish the letters I exchanged with my father, whom I would lose not long after returning to Europe.
It was an incredible period, partly because of work, but even more because of the places I discovered and the friends I made along the way. I lived and worked in both Adelaide and Sydney for the same visual effects company, Rising Sun Pictures.
Since I worked with largely the same team in both locations, I had the opportunity to get to know people well and form lasting bonds.
I have very fond memories of my years in visual effects. When you work on-site with a team, spending such long hours together, fighting "in the trenches" , you become a family. You share hours and hours at work and the good crazy moments outside of it. Australia was no different, and I still remember, the many nights spent at the pub after long days in the studio ( and memory gaps due to quite a significant amount of beer … ) or the week off with my friends who flew in from Italy exploring the Gold Coast in all its beauty.
At the same time, I treasured the quieter moments. On some weekends, I would pack a few things and my camera, and spend the entire day walking, exploring the city and its surroundings. I often got lost, but I enjoyed every minute of it.
In my experience, that's by far the best way to discover a city.
Good times.
