Life Is Short. Forgive Quickly. Kiss Slowly.

For A Photographer, The First 70 Years Are A Bit Difficult, But After That Things Get Better.

I Don't Photograph Life As It Is, But Life As I Would Like It To Be.

You Know, They Always Say That The Photographer Is A Hunter Of Images. That Is A Flattering Image, The Idea Of A Hunter, It's Virile, Acquired Power. Actually Though, It Isn't That. We Are Really Fishermen With Hooks And Lines.

A Memory From My Youth Comes Back To Me. You Go Into The Woods On A Bike, With A Girl. There Is The Smell Of Heather, You Can Hear The Wind In The Fir Trees, You Don't Dare Tell Her About Your Love, But You Feel Happy, As If You Were Floating Above The Ground. Then You Look At The Clouds Beyond The Trees And They Are Fleeting. And You Know That Within An Hour You'll Have To Go Home, That Tomorrow Will Be A Working Day. You Wish You Could Stop That Moment Forever, But You Can't, It Is Bound To End. So You Take A Photo, As If To Challenge Time.

I Prefer My Hesitations, My False Paths, My Stammering, To A Preconceived Idea.