Born in Paris in 1963, as a young girl, I already studied other people, grown-ups intrigued me.

And then there was the photographer father.

A silent and withdrawn father. 

When, at 35, after a period as a professional dancer, I decided to make photography my career, I learnt without his help, still worried about finding my legitimacy in this art form, as if I couldn’t quite grasp that which I felt belongs permanently to him.

And yet, taking photos was a necessity to me. That much was clear.

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After having worked as a portrait photographer under contract with Gamma, I worked as a studio photographer.

I observed the tips of the trade used by the photographic director and his team which allow us to shape the light using smoke, to soften a natural light which shows too much contrast. My universe was taking shape.

Years of photography for the press and the cinema has been necessary before I can concentrate on my own personal work. 

Over this period, my artistic writing began to assert itself, with a constant need to highlight mystery and poetry, for which I find my inspiration in the baroque form and the contrasted light used in the XVIIth century.

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One discovery will be crucial in helping me find my form of expression: Take care of yourself by Sophie Calle awoke the possibility of telling a personal story to an anonymous public, but also to question the spectator by sending he or she back to his or her own experience.