Lost place 1.1

lost places, lost images – 2010

I always loved lost places. I don’t know why, maybe because of the Stephen King’s books I was reading when I was 12 or 13, where youngs were spending all their time in special places, waiting for “it” to appear and so on. Maybe also because of my father’s garage that has always looked like Ali Baba’s cavern. When I arrive in a never visited lost place, my heart beats stronger and I wonder “what will I find this time ?”. These pictures all come from a pinhole holga, some from colour film, some from black&white film. There will be…

The man in front of his environment – 2010

It has been 15 years or so that I walked, with my camera, throughout the world.

I like that.

And yet it started rather badly, at a time of a great love crisis, following a painful separation which led me back to the demons of major loneliness, things which I was not unaware of when I was child… Well, back then, I needed to walk through it, you can trust me.