We aspire to a perfect world. Perfect according to our criteria.
The World, however, is intrinsically neither perfect nor imperfect. It simply exists.
Perfection is a concept. And like any concept, it is the fruit of an internal construction of the human mind and only exists through its gaze.
Like Man, perfection is finite, therefore incomplete, therefore imperfect.
This contradiction inherent in our own nature is what shapes our misfortunes as much as our happiness.
Photography is my very personal way of transcending my human condition.
It is vital to me. It is through it that I survive. Photography is my meditation, it is my main treatment, my dopamine.
By photographing this world that surrounds me, I strive to isolate these moments which, in my eyes, evoke these fragments of my interpretation of perfection.
It’s often a fleeting moment that surprised me. Through my work, I try to rediscover this feeling and share it.
There is no such thing as a good photo, just like perfection. It is a completely subjective concept. Hence the importance of point of view. Without it, the photo and more generally the image have no interest.
