Photography represents for me the writing of the light and the movement, a meditative look over time. And the four fields of predilection which follow always attract me...

 
The photographer builds on the light. It raises the stone on a reflection, on the rising of the day. How not to be sensitive to these moments of poetry, when a spoke of light comes to transform a house or a city, its colors and its rates/rhythms ?  To try to restore this magic was my first photographic passion.

I have been pleased the great honor and to continue this research with the turnings of the corridors and the gardens of the Castle of Hautefort. It is its personality, the heart and the spirit of Périgord, which it was thus a question of revealing with the complicity of the sun.
 

 
The occupation of photographer is a chance and the possibility of meeting people or of discovering exceptional places. I thus carried out the report on the remarkable sites of the taste for the editions Albin Michel and the national council of the arts of cooking. This voyage through the soils of France enabled me to discover an about sixty sites selected by personalities as prestigious as Alain Senderens, on criteria relative to a place of production in activity, to an aesthetic interest and a reception for the visitors.

The photographic library thus gathered associates all the great places of the French taste, which they are the wine trails (Alsace, Saint-Emilion, Arbois, Vouvray...), of the olive oil producers (Valley of the Beams, of Nyons), of the market with shouted (Concarneau), of the oyster parks (Saint-Vaast-la-Hougue), of will burons of Aubrac or the salt-water marshes of Guérande: the testimony of the incredible diversity of what one invites the art of living, whose common quality is the human richness of those which produce it.
 

 
From its roofs, Paris appears lengthened, as a cat which stretches itself. Its historic buildings côtoient its turns and its middle-class houses there, without partitions nor jealousy. Balneal city perched at the edge of the sky. Here, the chimneys quietly smoke the dreams highest with the shelter of the blasés glances, that only have the privilege to discover " inhabitants top ", as the team of roofers of " Mr Arsène "...

And Paris lends itself to wonder with this contemplation and reveals its roundnesses, domes of another century and elegant crinolines, rotundas, the such Opera or the Observatory, enclosures magic, full to crack of imaginary adventures. Field celestial and undulating of antennas, baker's boys and bell-towers, magnetized by its two poles, the mineral sun of Montmartre and the metal arrow of the Eiffel Tower.
 

 
To come into an artist's studio, it is to discover a space of creation, a laboratory of imaginary, an opening towards a world whose each detail returns to the invention of the artist. Here, therefore, each object takes a new direction starting from the creation of the artist.

What was the hat of a teapot became the crucible of a mixture of colours. And the artist himself, that often impressed me, seems to belong to his own universe, to appear one of his works, as if its studio constituted the place where it had, in fact, invented his life.