‘For three periods of one month, I have let the Trans-Siberian train guide me alongside forgotten villages, from living room to living room. Some Russian words scribbled on a little piece of paper allowed me to be welcomed and absorbed in the warm chaos of a family. Accidental encounters led me to the places where I could sleep. The living room, the epicentre of their life, establishes an intimate contact between the Russian inhabitants. In this room, they sleep, eat and drink, as well as cry. For a brief moment, I was part of this. Their couch became my bed for one night. This way, I experienced transient, but very powerful, shared moments. We communicated without words. We understood each other somehow’.

This is part one of the trip to Beijing: Moscow to Irkutsk (with a trip to St. Petersburg).

Pardonnez à la piétaille D'être parfois si déraisonnable. Toujours nous partons Quand sur la terre explose le printemps.

Lenin created the first truly modern propaganda machine, and its most colorful, dramatic and original form was the poster.

De janvier 2008 à septembre 2009, bien au-delà du Cercle Polaires Arctique, je vais réaliser une série de portraits de "personnages symboles" en partageant la vie des populations les plus septentrionales afin d'illustrer les mutations rapides en cours dans l'Arctique.