Paris, end of the 80s, early 90s. I had the good luck to have a “pied a terre” in Montmarte. It became my base camp for a number of photographic sashays around North Paris. From Jemmapes Quay to Stalingrad, down to Tertre Place, over to Rue Calulaincourt, then to the Sacre-Couer and Saint Denis and onwards. ...

From 23 September to 23 February 2008, I turned a new dream – to participate in an expedition to one of the most extreme environments on earth the North Pole – into reality.
After many months of patience, I was finally recruited as a correspondent for an expedition aboard the polar schooner Tara. ...

It's the name given to the "unknown land", by the great explorers who often left without maps, to discover the world. This "land"; the end of the real, or imagined world?

From Essaouira to Marrakech, one is constantly struck by the contrasts in the way of life and living.
At the edge of the Atlantic Ocean, in the fishing port, the streets of the medina are swept by the wind. The wind brings with it fresh air. Here time is not marked in hours, but in the coming and going of the fishing vessels and their masters. ...