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...