Recently I was asked how I started photography.

Here is what I replied:

-I never felt like I had never started photography. It is not something that I chose per se.

-Have you always done?

-When I was a child, my father had a Minolta Reflex in his leather bag, hidden in the back of the closet. He didn't use it often but it was part of daddy's precious stuff that you shouldn't touch so necessarily, I looked and promised I didn't break anything.

When I was 6/7 years old, the disposable camera was marketed. A revolution. No need for expensive equipment to take pictures. A shit case, a bullet, a spring and voila.

-And especially not expensive!

-Indeed, this is how the industry works. As soon as it manages to manufacture at low cost, it markets and floods the planet to make maximum profit and the camera has been awaited for several centuries.

It gave what it gave. Hundreds of thousands of rotten photos that we like. It was from there that humanity began to make memories on paper.

So I was given one for my school trips with the recommendation not to open it, ESPECIALLY NOT to shoot the sun. It could cause the film to burn. The word "burn" scared me. I saw a fire there.

When I was 18 years old my father received as a reward for having exploded his professional objectives a Digital Ixus II from Canon.

A small, compact tin can, a digital bridge with an 800,000 pixel sensor. enough to have a little fun.

A miracle for the time. Obviously he left it lying around and Boom, I got my hands on it.

Then there I did what?

I shot the sun, I shot the inside of the lit bulbs, I tried to burn the device but nothing was burning. Each time, there was a photo.

- Nice beginnings

-Thank you. I quickly understood the power of this machine, it could see what I couldn't see. It could serve me to expand my vision.

For a while, I played with this device to take light bulbs, and all types of lamps on, then gradually my friends, parties, life.

Years later in 2003, I bought a DSLR for my studies. An Eos 300D, again from Canon. The entry level of the time.

If I chose Canon, it's because when I looked for a device, there was a promo on this model. Nothing to do with any preference at this time.

I needed this camera to make a 3D movie. I wanted the film to be shot in real life and for the 3D characters to be embedded in it.

The complicated techniques for the time attracted me and I wanted to confront myself with this kind of problem.

It was around the same time that the HD format appeared on the markets, but HD consumer cameras did not yet exist. There were then only a few prototypes reserved for Spielberg or George Lucas.

No need to hope to have one. However, it was possible, by constraining certain camera movements, to use still images as a background.

Also, making a film in HD became possible.

-Do you have this movie somewhere?

Here it is.

After my studies, I joined a club as an intensive slave and then after a year and a half my body finally cracked and I fell ill. It pissed me off because I really fought for this job. Finally beaten. Is accepting everything really fighting?

I then went on vacation to NY to visit a friend and of course, like a good tourist, I took my camera.

This is how it all begins.