A distant kettle sang the recollection. Like Ulysses-castaway, I last the songs of our Sirens; a life, a journey, whose winds, heralds of my memory and my identity, recite alone the mortal chimera. "The lighthouse keeper loves the birds..." was taken in Fontvieille.
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.
