In March 2001, I flew off to New Deli, India. With a rucksack, several rolls of film and a few things I set off with 15 days of freedom ahead of me.
The shock, India, hit me as soon as I stepped off the plane. ...

In 1994, I was fortunate enough to be able to go to French Polynesia. A friend was living in Papeete, the capital of Tahiti. The nerve centre and political heart of the archipelago. We set off in a group and visited Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora-Bora. ...

The Calanques of Marseille were one of my fist playgrounds. Strolls in springtime surrounded by daffodils. Yomping and clambering among the heaps of fallen rocks, all of this while being buffeted by a breathtaking mistral wind whose gusts threaten to knock you down. ...

As much as black and white allowed me to talk to the men of morocco, I felt compelled to use colour to capture the essence of the countryside and the animals.
As the scarab advances across the endless sands, the little squirrel of sand. ...