Journal
Fragments of a creative life
Fashion shoot
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
New York, 2009
A reflection on beauty, discipline, performance, and that strange theater that is Fashion.
Looking back at these photographs i took backstage during the Fashion week, what strikes me most is the presence of the models themselves. They move forward with absolute focus, immersed in their path, seemingly untouched by the noise, the crowd, and the countless phones pointed in their direction.
There is something almost mechanical in the precision of their movements: the posture, the rhythm of the walk, the control of expression. Like beautifully engineered machines, perfectly calibrated for a performance.
Yet I often find myself wondering, though, is what is really happening behind that mask of composure. Which thoughts occupy their minds as they walk? …. which worries, ambitions, memories, private stories that remain hidden behind the expression they have learned to hold so perfectly?
And then, as soon as the show is over, the illusion dissolves. A quick change backstage, a taxi outside and on to the next runway, where the same thing happens again. The same poise, the same carefully constructed moment of perfection.
Around them, a world of images, status, and appearances unfolds. Yet they seem to pass through it untouched, becoming, for a brief moment, something almost unreal, disciplined, and imperturbable.
Veil of fog
Arriving on Île de Bréhat by ferry felt like being in a movie, literally.
Low banks of fog slowly revealed the coastline in all its beauty and mystery. It felt like arriving in a different world. I chose to photograph the island in black and white to better capture that mood and atmosphere.
Arriving on Île de Bréhat by ferry felt like being in a movie, literally.
Low banks of fog slowly revealed the coastline in all its beauty and mystery. It felt like arriving in a different world. I chose to photograph the island in black and white to better capture that mood and atmosphere.
The natural landscape, with its giant, almost otherworldly rock formations, contributed to creating a moment I will never forget. The silence, the solitude, and the majesty of nature were all wrapped in a beautiful yet mysterious veil of fog.
For a few hours, everything seemed suspended in time.
Organica
While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
While I now primarily shoot in black and white, there are moments and subjects that feel inherently suited to color.
My appreciation for macro photography is reflected in this series, captured on an early wet morning in the west of France.
On one hand, I am drawn to vast spaces and monumental architecture; on the other, I find a quiet, almost invisible connection in macro work, an invitation to see natural patterns not as small details, but as entire worlds in themselves.
As an artist and designer, I cannot help but regard Mother Nature as the best of us all.
On the train - Life as it passes
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
People often laugh when I say I enjoy traveling by train. We live in a culture of the NOW (or even YESTERDAY), where everything is compressed and accelerated, and we are slowly unlearning how to experience time itself.
For me, trains do the opposite. They restore a sense of distance and duration. They create a space where I can simply look out of the window and let thoughts drift, where observation becomes a natural form of reflection and, inevitably, a source of work.
Of course, this is usually accompanied by a good (bad), absurdly expensive coffee kindly not sponsored by the onboard bar.
Beyond that, trains are also an extraordinary study of human behaviour: postures, rhythms, clothing, micro-gestures, even the poetry of people trying (and failing) to sleep comfortably. A moving laboratory for quick gesture drawing and for quietly observing
life as it passes.
Elena - a few shots
I do not generally do portraits but sometimes, with the right subject, it’s good to stop, look, think and enjoy the beauty of light and people.
I do not generally do portraits but sometimes, with the right subject, it’s good to stop, look, think and enjoy the beauty of light and people.
Good memories of my years in New York, and what this beautiful city brought and represented in my life.
Notre Dame
I still find myself stopping in front of Notre-Dame quite often. It’s something that never really becomes “familiar” in the usual sense.
I still find myself stopping in front of Notre Dame quite often.
I’m lucky to pass by it regularly, and each time it feels slightly different — the light, the atmosphere, the rhythm of the crowd moving around it.
Sometimes I just look for a moment, sometimes it turns into a quick sketch or a couple of black and white photos.
It’s one of those places that quietly pulls you in without asking for attention.
