My story is like all other, so ordinary, but so unique...                                                               

A first time in College...
Preparatory Class for Literary studies (« Hypokhâgne » in French), B.A. in History, and Five-Year University Degree in Anthropology.
Six years spent studying life.

Change of course…
Training to get a teaching Certificate in Mountain Climbing.
A few years spent to taste life. Nature and Sport (climbing, mountain biking, running, hiking, skiing, swimming, sailing…)
But… there is often a « but » in life…

Change of course…
The Cinema industry… 
Assistant Cook and Waitress in Catering, 3rd Assistant Location Manager and Runner, then 1st Assistant Location Manager.

It was not yet time to stop… My shelter in the film industry was just an illusion.
It takes a long time to learn who we are, and even more to become who we want to be, to find our own road.

Photography School Certificate (traditional silver and digital photographic technics), in Les Gobelins School, Paris.

Photography is more than a technical story, this is a life story.
Suspending the never-ending stream of my thoughts, being present to everything around me, the world and other people, without mask and armor. There is no more past and futur, I only care about what I see, in the present. I let it go and follow the life as it comes. I learn to believe in myself…

I took one step forward in the light of life, eyes wide open. For me, it was time to begin to live, in the Moment…
I started by writing a novel, to make sure to hang on to my dreams. And I ran away.
On the road, by my own. I left to find the feeling of being alive, to heed the call of the immensity of Nature. I needed to give back life to my senses, to take a fresh look of the world, to see its endless possibilities, like in a fisheye lens. Slowly I left the thinking being I used to be to become the living being I have to be.
I began to follow my instinct and all the coincidences that show up on my road.

By my own I travelled across the West of the United States, 6000 miles and 10 States. I stopped in cheap motels along the railroad of the Route 66, pubs where women are looked as UFOs, Native American Reservations not accustomed to see strangers and tourists (too scared by poverty and the hardness of their gaze). I crossed the border and kept going in the West of Canada. I crossed British Columbia amidst wildfires, I hiked in the Rockies, the land of grizzly bear. I worked in a berry farm and slept in an isolate little cabin in the Yukon forest. I worked in a beef farm in south Alberta near Nanton…
I felt sometimes so lonely, a breathtaking loneliness filled by all the fears I could no more hide. And finally I found pleasant that new look I had on myself, without filters and parasites. My fears were so clear that they became easier to face.
On the road or with a camera in my hands, I learn to face my fears and to dare being myself in the Moment…
I learn, and all the pictures I show here (today) are only the beginning of a long learning… the beginning of my life…

Before leaving for France, I have written :        
9 months on the road. 15500 miles. Now it’s time to go back home. I have only twenty cents in my pocket and I am terrified…
« It is all unknown to me then. Everything except the fact that I don’t have to know. That is enough to trust that what I’ve done is true… It is my life, like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me.
How wild it was to let it be
 ». (Cheryl STRAYED, " Wild ")

Now it’s time to forgive myself and above all to begin to live…

And... finally I needed to go back on the road to begin to live...