Monday, February 9, 2015


Just like every winter, we have been excessively spoilt with frosty days enriched with fifty shades of grey. In desperate need for some colours, I recently visited the Parisian Notting Hill.

Located close-by the Gare de Lyon in the 12th district, the tiny street named rue Crémieux carries its visitors away. While visiting this magic hidden treasure, you'll cross carefree kids playing around, some grumpy cats and other curious minds accompanied by their camera.

While taking the pictures, I noticed that my main subjects, especially when it comes to photo series, are hidden courtyards and streets that do not look Parisian at all but rather like lost places in the middle of nowhere, plants and bicycles. Should I conclude that leaving town and moving to the countryside would be more inspiring?

Monday, January 26, 2015


"It is the little things that matter most & that you will always remember."

Thursday, December 4, 2014


Marcel Proust's masterpiece "A LA RECHERCHE DU TEMPS PERDU" has been part of my bookshelf since my arrival in Paris. However, I never took the time to read the entire volume which has been a gift from someone I used to spend a lot of time with.

All the more impressive was that I stumbled upon a chapter of the novel last night in a concept store where we met after a very long period of necessary distance and time.
"LES INTERMITTENCES DU COEUR" caught my attention suddenly and unexpectedly. An instant crush for these few pages about a truly intriguing subject:

"Les intermittences du coeur", ce n'est pas seulement le titre d'une des sections les plus émouvantes, au coeur de la Recherche du temps perdu de Marcel Proust (dans Sodome et Gomorrhe); cela devait initialement en être, selon l'un des projets de Proust ; le titre d'ensemble. On oublie trop souvent que Proust ne parle pas de la - mémoire et de ses intermittences, seulement pour des raisons métaphysiques, mais d'abord comme d'un déchirement intime, dans les relations humaines. La perte des êtres les plus chers, elle-même, nous l'oublions le plus souvent, et quand elle nous revient, involontairement, elle n'en est que deux fois plus douloureuse ; douloureuse par la perte qu'elle ravive, mais aussi par la culpabilité de l'oubli, qu'elle réveille.

Sunday, November 16, 2014


"Create a vision that makes you wanna jump out of bed in the morning."

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

                     Meryl Streep

Saturday, August 23, 2014


"Il faut cultiver notre jardin."

[ Canon: 5D / Lighting duration: 1/250 / Aperture: f/2,5 / Focal width: 50 mm / ISO: 100 / Lighting: no flash ]

Wednesday, August 20, 2014


"Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary."

Books on the bookshelves and stacked on the floor
Books kept in baskets and propped by the door
Books in neat piles and in disarray
Books tucked in closets and books on display
Books filling crannies and books packed in nooks
Books massed in windows and mounded in crooks
Libraries beckon and bookstoors invite
But-book-filled rooms welcome us back home at night.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014


Florian, Côtes du Rhône, AOC, Saint-Péray, France (August 2014)

"Look to the stars, let hope burn in your eyes."

Sunday, July 20, 2014


Since the trip to Mexico back in summer 2011, I finally got the occasion to travel again. Destination South Asia; more precisely to Sri Lanka, the island country located in the northern Indian Ocean.

Compared to (still and always comparing, some things never change...) my central-american experience, this adventure has been a real backpacking trip including endless bus rides trough the srilankan road anarchy, sweat-soaked t-shirts (...), mosquito battles as is right and proper,...

Backpacking is the art of knowing what to leave behind.
Back to basics has been the slogan on various levels. In a country with 20.277.597 people living , in our understanding, under absolutely "poor" conditions, one must admit what a comfort zone we live in and though we do complain much more than these guys. Buddhism is the most prevalent religion in Sri Lanka and even if you do not know much about it, it is famous for its minimalism and being a less greedy concept.

Besides the lack of needless luxury on a day to day level, you also get a reminder of who and what really matters; which unfortenutaly, in our cosy comport zone, we tend to forget ways too often. In the end, it's not only on a material level that I got to know what to leave behind.

Back in Mexico I found paradise (remember "heaven & hell can wait"); all the pictures were colorful and festive. So is the beginning of this post, all bright and full of light, though in the last pictures a certain darkness dominates. They are not ugly, just different and real and in a certain contrast to the ones before. Sri Lanka is nor heaven nor hell, it is it's own kind of paradise, if it was a person, it would be a beautiful mind.
Why do I say so ? Of course I have been amazed by the beauty of the temples, the miracles nature had to offer,... but formost I have been touched by the simplicity, gentleness and gratitude of the people we crossed. Therefor it is picture N°7 of this blogpost, with the two girls sharing a bottle of water and sharing a smile, that ended up being by favorite one.