Waiting for me? Maybe. I hope, I’m not a warrior.
Hair and hands, like a valse. I’m dreaming.
A street woman, really the first Nasty Girls of my life.
The life is in the street, and for her, the street is a river.
Why Mathilde ?
Mathilde is a fresh, natural and lightweight model. It is a poem that adapts without limits to its environment. For the photographer who knows how to enjoy her model, she is an accomplice and it is a treat !
MY FIRST PHOTO
In a bar front of railwod station of Saint Lazard. In this place start a love crazy story. I did not here for this purpose, but my destiny was here.
She told me that bus whas free
I’m living in Paris and I think it was true! After, beyond Saint Lazare Station, I shoot this. She is the artiste, I was here, no more.
A night, in a little street
Alone in the world, she made me a toy to seduce.
The atmosphere of a public lighting, the cobblestones of another time, the moment was propitious to dream.
Looking out the window
She had only one wall in front of her, and I had no need to go to the Opera. The light of day slipped along his leg to the extremity of his foot.
Top to print
WHAT THE LIFESTYLE ?
When the model is a liberated woman and when she offers her inspiration to the photographer.
OH! Unbelievable !
NO! Unbelievable !
IMPOSSIBLE ! Unbelievable !
Beautiful Feet on the table
She was just arriving from the province, tired, with two broken fingers. At night, without lighting, drunk both, we shared a moment of complicity.
Feet is en art
Most of the time, when I ask the model to take off shoes, she don’t know what to do with her feet. Mathilde is very comfortable.
A look towards the sky
Lying on the bench of a dining-room, her eyes watched the light from the outside.