I built my career at the intersection of sound, rhythm, and image. Beginning in 1970, I immersed myself in music as a sound engineer at the legendary Studio Davout and as a bassist in the underground band Fille qui mousse. Music became my first bridge to photography, leading me to capture the live jazz and blues scene for the international press.

Introduced to Marc Riboud by filmmaker Chris Marker, I became the assistant to this master photographer. Working alongside him, I acquired strong discipline and learned the art of travel practiced by independent photojournalists.

From the hunt for Fabergé eggs to Yves Montand’s final concerts at the Olympia, I followed Rostropovich in Moscow, the Orchestre de Paris in the United States, and Earth, Wind & Fire in London. I captured wild camels in the Australian bush, tiger sharks on the Great Barrier Reef, tracked crocodiles with Queensland Aborigines, and shared a knowing look with art forger David Stein. My travels have taken me from the pathways of the Jardin du Luxembourg to the horizons of Japan—a homeland at heart to which I constantly return.

I like to weave tradition together with the latest digital tools.

At the turn of the 2000s, I added paintbrushes to my Leicas, creating series of artworks using image transfer and handcrafted screen-printing processes. This approach grew out of my fascination with Andy Warhol, which I first discovered while taking an interest in the work of art forger David Stein, known for his fake 1960s Warhol collages.

Through my works, I create a dialogue across eras and continue to translate my reality—somewhere between photographic memory and graphic creation.