J comme…

Quelle magnifique journée ! Le soleil rayonne sur toute la vallée qui s’étend jusqu’à la lisière de la forêt. Une brise légère venant de la mer par-delà les cyprès de Lambert s’est faufilée entre les arbres et a su trouver son chemin jusqu’à sa peau. Son toucher, chargé d’embruns – ou est-ce ce qu’il voulaitContinue reading “J comme…”

Vivre pour ne pas mourir

Un Levi’s 501 bleu délavé, déchiré, soutient ses jambes. À leur bout, une paire de Reebok blanches. Entre celles-ci et le sol chauffé à blanc par un soleil ardent, une planche de skateboard. Il met ses écouteurs à arceau, s’assure que son Walkman Sony Sports est bien fixé à la ceinture de son denim, enclenche laContinue reading “Vivre pour ne pas mourir”

Compulsive Book Acquisition Disorder, a Visual Manifesto

Photo featuring Alexandre Dulaunoy, a long-time friend and photography mentor/companion. The photo was taken last year, using a Leica Q2 during a photographic journey in Brussels, Belgium, ending by a visit to Bozar, a centre of fine arts in the heart of the city. In addition to our common passion for photography, we also share anContinue reading “Compulsive Book Acquisition Disorder, a Visual Manifesto”

Black of Waves

A little more than a month ago, my friend and fellow amateur photographer Alexandre Dulaunoy shared a picture of a sketch he was working on for some street art and painting ideas. When I saw it, two things came almost instantly to my mind: a title and a poem. I called the sketch Black HeartsContinue reading “Black of Waves”

Black Hearts Matter

In the wombs of their mothers, their hearts start to be beat.A murmur at first. And as they are born to this world, their lubs and dubs explode.So many discoveries to make, so many paths to take! They were alive, they were free!But soon, they realise something ain’t right. Come closer. Put your ear onContinue reading “Black Hearts Matter”