I discovered my passion for photography a few years ago, while living in San Francisco. It was most certainly the architecture of the city, its history and its thrift stores, as well as the immediate presence of the nature that stimulated my imagination. Soon enough, I set up a studio in my Edwardian apartment bathed in light and adorned with scorched wallpaper, hardwood floors and a green "American Horror Story" fireplace.

My parallel worlds are meant to reflect my eerie visions. It's like walking down a dim-lit hallway in a freaks' asylum and opening doors to right and left. Each photograph offers a glimpse into an alternative reality where my subjects are doomed to live forever, gaze lost, hopeless. The topics I like to explore deal with punishment, danger, melancholy, experiments, impossibilities, unconventionality, games.

The objects that appear in each photograph are carefully selected and bear hidden meanings yet to be deciphered. I am drawn to the lifelessness of the dolls, their silence and the univers they encompass, as well as to little apothecary bottles, ancient jewellery boxes, mirrors and brushes, old photographs, costumes, bones, teeth and stuffed animals. 

At the present, I explore several stories which will evolve in time, but which are somehow connected through that asylum hallway soaked in gloom. Some rooms might appear less dark than others, some characters happier, but they all have in common a certain theatricality and level of distress. 

I now live and work in Wellington, New Zealand, where the woods are different, but as mysterious as back in California.