All my wishes of happiness for 2012...And, in your life as a photographer, the meeting with the Blue Bird. Reopening of Newstilllifes, Monday, January 2.

The light? The idea? A recollection associated with the shooting? It's always hard to know exactly why you've been charmed by a photograph...

By choosing to learn still life, I didn't know that much happiness was waiting for me. To dream. To imagine. To play again with dolls.

I'm not trying to "make poetic". I take what I have. A drawing, an old cutting, a branch. I put them in front of the camera. And that's all.

In Rome, where I'm waiting for the new year, I arrange old photos. The tennis player reminds me of Ostende. My encounter with M* at the bookstore Corman .

Looking at a doll, it's like reviewing the world with our childlike eyes. Forget in a flash that we've grown up and learned a lot of things without interest.

Flowers and leaves have a soul. Long time after their deaths, their silent beauties continue to speak to us. From the earth, the seasons and the passing of time...

What I like in the still life photography, it is the slowness. All these minutes spent searching, for example, the red of a mouth.

 

I have a dozen of sticks for walking. I picked them up during my rambles. The third, from left, was given to me by my friend Kurt, a DJ from Berlin.

 

My life began. Become a photographer was my goal. Being shy by nature, I've first chosen for models some personal items.

 

Gloomy, yesterday morning, on arriving at the workshop. Words of Baudelaire turned in my head. "Displeased with me, displeased with the others".

 

It was the end of our story. Fall colored in red the Central Park. I took this picture the day after you left.

 

I'm often alone.But my studio under the roof allows me to watch, fascinated, my main visitor : the light...

 

For many years, I try to understand what makes the charm of a picture. Its colors, its composition, its mystery? I still don't know.

 

Just the end of a forgotten flower...That was several years ago, near Paris. I was about to go to see my fiancee in the Ural.

 

Photographing a still life, it's to spend a lot of time searching how to marry an old perfume bottle, a tree leaf and the magic of a shadow...

 

Stone,stick,etc...Every day in the street, in the woods, pick up something to photograph later. Never stop. To live is to continue...

 

It's always the same song in December. The holidays approach. We'll have to be dressed chic. To see people. To laugh at everything.

 

In Warsaw, on the evening of my thirty's birthday, an astrologer told me that I would live surrounded by "little elves". Of course, I refused to believe her.

 

Make cuttings is one of my pleasures. Here, a tree leaf; another time it will be an elephant or a clown.It's good to imagine that one is still a child.