The Reverie series examines the relationship between photographic representation and emotional perception. While technically perfect images can document a scene with precision, their perfection may prevent them from communicating the emotion the scene actually provokes.
The tension between visual clarity and emotional truth became the conceptual starting point of this series.
Long exposures and Intentional Camera Mouvement (or ICM) suppress detail and retain only the essential elements of a scene: shapes, contrasts, movements and colours.
Freed from all detail, the photographs become shared experiences.
A trail of colour becomes a path the viewer once walked. The movement of a child becomes the echo of an entirely different childhood. Each person interprets the image through the prism of their own story, and the photograph becomes a place where different lives live alongside one another without ever having crossed paths.

Limited edition of 15 prints
The day had not yet left but the city wanted to light its own suns. The blue of the sky still held, but the streetlights won. Their yellow warmth pierced through everything, setting the trees ablaze. The night had not yet begun, but the city was not going to wait.

Limited edition of 15 prints
Snow had covered everything and the clouds had extinguished everything. The sky had won. But in the heart of the greyness, the sun refused to disappear without leaving a trace, tearing the trees from their own matter, reducing them to pure black silhouettes against a backdrop of embers.

Limited edition of 15 prints
We think we can hold onto them. We think that her blazing red, her laughter, her way of running for no reason, that all of it will last. But they are already blurred, joyful ghosts, in a hurry to go live. One day the red fades, the movement slows, and all that remains is the memory of what they once were.

Limited edition of 15 prints
A thousand windows, a thousand lives stacked on top of one another, each separated from its neighbour by a few centimetres of plaster and years of silence. It contains them all without knowing any of them, never seeking to know what happens behind those shutters, those drawn curtains, those lights that switch on and off.