portraits
I grew up feeling like somewhat of an outcast, American in France, French in the US, with no real sense of cultural identity. I grew to be very observant, a wall flower perhaps. While only I recognized this, it felt like a superpower, I was and still am to this day fascinated by watching the world and people unfold before my eyes. Maybe this was appealing as I could create a narrative around the lives of passersby, they were telling a story I was writing. I fell in love with photographing people, without direction, capturing a moment people can create their own stories around. My heart is however always in it, photographing the people I love has allowed me to represent them the way I see them glow. Others get to see these people through my eyes, in a way, people watching my people in rather random contexts.
Polaroid picture of my mom soaking in the sun, loving life while trapped inside during the pandemic, Paris, France.
Polaroid picture of my friend Elia, enjoying a beer at sunset at the Parc des Buttes Chaumont, first day after being released from our city's lockdown. First time we see people outside our pod in months, Paris, France.
Friends' regal performance at a backyard concert, Middletown, Connecticut,
Mom basking in the last few hours of sun in the South of France.
Dad watching mom get ready for holiday celebrations, Paris, France.
Daisy in the skies, Paris, France.
Ethan in the art at Fondation Louis Vuitton, Paris, France.
My sister Léa soaking in the sun in a heat wave, Paris, France.
Two mermaids in Copenhagen, Denmark.