A graduate from the National School for Photography & Cinematography in Paris, my father was a pro photographer and an expert tester for Kodak. In 1977 he hired me for a summer job in his Parisian lab and I learned to develop Kodak E6 film on a pro bench in the darkroom.
This was also my first encounter with the magic world of manual photo retouching, where supermodels lost their pimples to gain a glistening sun tan under the expert brushes and inks of old school graphic artists. Way before Photoshop and digital photography.
Dad was a fan of Fritz Lang, Luis Buñuel, Ingmar Bergman and Antonioni. He dragged me to the ‘arts & essai‘ theaters of Paris. I became familiar with the dramatic beauty of black & white. My mother took care of the rest of my art education, making sure I would know the contributions of Rembrandt, Rubens, Vigée-Lebrun, David, Van Gogh, Monet and so on… to the long stream of art history.
I was certainly not an early bloomer. I waited to be 36 to buy my first camera, a Nikon Coolpix. Digital photography was up and coming, and I got hooked.
Some 17 years later, there is always a camera in my luggage wherever I am in the world. For years, landscapes and architectural works were my favorite subjects. Then came machines and urban jungles. Then people and events. Eventually, portraiture.