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Lost in L.A. (2022)
And Everything Seems To Calm Down (2023)
A Man Passing By (2024)
Distortions (2024)
Costa Del Sol (2024)
Lost in L.A. (2022)
And Everything Seems To Calm Down (2023)
A Man Passing By (2024)
Distortions (2024)
Costa Del Sol (2024)
And Everything Seems To Calm Down (2023)
A Man Passing By (2024)
Distortions (2024)
Costa Del Sol (2024)
I started taking photographs as a teenager, but I set that aside for a long time to focus on music. With my machines, I tried to explore the strangeness of everyday emotions, something I’ve always held close to my heart. But then things happened as they did, and I felt the need to take a break. I picked up an old camera that I’d received as a gift when I was 8, and loaded it with a roll of black and white film that my brother had given me, because, why not? Just to see what would happen. Bathed in that soft spring light, I began expressing myself in a new way, simply by walking and seeing. There’s also timing and placement, but I learned about those later. And probably a lot of things that I’m still not entirely aware of. I took a liking to working in black and white. It aligned quite well with my affinity for abstraction, and I enjoyed its hands-on, DIY aspect. I bought a book and looked up some information online about developing and printing my images. I also made a lot of mistakes along the way, but that’s my masochistic side. There’s always a vortex that’s waiting for me somewhere, and when I see one I like, I jump in it with both feet.
At first, taking pictures in Paris seemed like a challenge. I had just spent two months in the U.S., where everything seemed worth photographing. When I got back, I couldn’t help but doubt my ability to find the unknown in an environment that I know a little too much and which never really seems to change. But making images had become a necessity, and I started taking my camera with me, sometimes, when I went out. Truth is, you rarely see any images of everyday Paris. On the one hand, there’s the city of light, beautiful and romantic. On the other hand, there’s the city of violence - demonstrations, no-go zones, riot police. Rarely do you ever see it as this weird and stressful place which, if one bothers looking, is full of little moments of life. So I fitted a wide angle lens onto my camera, and started paying a little more attention. Between the intensity of the city’s rhythm and the fleeting, almost invisible moments of calm, that’s where I chose to place myself to make my photographs. Because that guy resting on a bin echoes my own fatigue. Because the way the light casts shadows of clients onto the window of that cafe reminds me that the ineffable and subtle beauty of the everyday can sometimes be found where you least expect it. Before a meeting, on the way to see friends, between nervous breakdowns of if you’re lucky enough to take some time for yourself and walk around aimlessly, smiling to the people you walk by, because that’s something people rarely do, especially in this crazy city.
All this doesn’t mean I like Paris more than I used to. But it did renew my interest in it, for a while. And that made me grow. And even though I don’t make pictures this way anymore, I remain quite fond of these photographs, because they helped me understand that my interest in things can go much further than what I believe is interesting. Beneath the stress, the anxiety, the uninterrupted flow of thoughts, the constant need to be active, there is alway something that deserves our attention. Actually, you should try something. Hop on the underground, and get your head out of instagram for a couple of minutes. Look at what goes on around you. Over there, there’s a woman making faces at her phone. Right next to her, two German tourists are screaming at their kid. What is that guy hiding behind that feigned self-assured attitude ? Just a little further away, there’s an old lady that’s sitting with her bags on her lap, her face is sunken and here eyes seem lost… do you see what I mean ? As far as I am concerned, I've grown to enjoy watching the flow of people. From the ones walking frantically to those stopping on a bench. The ones I only met once and those I see regularly, who are a bit like neighborhood monuments. Sometimes, when I lower the camera and gaze at them, I smile and everything seems to calm downste pour voir.
At first, taking pictures in Paris seemed like a challenge. I had just spent two months in the U.S., where everything seemed worth photographing. When I got back, I couldn’t help but doubt my ability to find the unknown in an environment that I know a little too much and which never really seems to change. But making images had become a necessity, and I started taking my camera with me, sometimes, when I went out. Truth is, you rarely see any images of everyday Paris. On the one hand, there’s the city of light, beautiful and romantic. On the other hand, there’s the city of violence - demonstrations, no-go zones, riot police. Rarely do you ever see it as this weird and stressful place which, if one bothers looking, is full of little moments of life. So I fitted a wide angle lens onto my camera, and started paying a little more attention. Between the intensity of the city’s rhythm and the fleeting, almost invisible moments of calm, that’s where I chose to place myself to make my photographs. Because that guy resting on a bin echoes my own fatigue. Because the way the light casts shadows of clients onto the window of that cafe reminds me that the ineffable and subtle beauty of the everyday can sometimes be found where you least expect it. Before a meeting, on the way to see friends, between nervous breakdowns of if you’re lucky enough to take some time for yourself and walk around aimlessly, smiling to the people you walk by, because that’s something people rarely do, especially in this crazy city.
All this doesn’t mean I like Paris more than I used to. But it did renew my interest in it, for a while. And that made me grow. And even though I don’t make pictures this way anymore, I remain quite fond of these photographs, because they helped me understand that my interest in things can go much further than what I believe is interesting. Beneath the stress, the anxiety, the uninterrupted flow of thoughts, the constant need to be active, there is alway something that deserves our attention. Actually, you should try something. Hop on the underground, and get your head out of instagram for a couple of minutes. Look at what goes on around you. Over there, there’s a woman making faces at her phone. Right next to her, two German tourists are screaming at their kid. What is that guy hiding behind that feigned self-assured attitude ? Just a little further away, there’s an old lady that’s sitting with her bags on her lap, her face is sunken and here eyes seem lost… do you see what I mean ? As far as I am concerned, I've grown to enjoy watching the flow of people. From the ones walking frantically to those stopping on a bench. The ones I only met once and those I see regularly, who are a bit like neighborhood monuments. Sometimes, when I lower the camera and gaze at them, I smile and everything seems to calm downste pour voir.
