By my images, I would like to tell simply the street, as a place of chance meetings, of searched loneliness, of stray freedom, of soft wishes, of involuntary longings? In these scenes, realism and oneirism are following, transfigurations and revelations are placing moments of a cruel an simple reality side by side. I?m running up into the city night, I?m pursuing the smoke smell in the pubs? the rain sound on the paving, sound of the steps tearing the silence.. I would like it was almost possible hearing the visitor?s thinking.
But I?m looking for geometry and city-architecture holding human figures also? I would like my images were a tale about the disquieting fascination of certain moments in which all of us felt like ?rain dogs??just for a instant or for a whole life?. in a dream or in a heavy reality?.