It is that fleeting vision, almost unreal, of a missing world. That memory whose tears, unexpected retreats, beat time of our enslaved hearts: first softly, then forcefully. Thus are born the floods, the floods to destroy the Earth... I will never forget the dark beauty of our intended sufferings. "Brave" was taken in the Atacama desert.
Historian, I lived a long time at the rhythms of ancient mythologies. A rare peregrination that, having allowed me to probe our imagination, nourishes today my profession as a writer and photographer. For me, exploring the world has always been synonymous with freedom: a suspension point that breathes the exhilaration of our inner confines. I have excavated in Kurdistan Region; practiced sambo in Moscow; or harvested tea in the prefecture of Kagoshima... This wandering is who I am: it is that interrupted discourse of which the hours, echoes of my vile darkness, reveal my sauroctone soul.
