In "Rolling Stone," the rock attitude seeps into every detail. The woman, standing on pink stilettos, reveals a Rolling Stone watch—designed by Jaquet Droz—on her ankle. The strap, as pink as her shoes, contrasts with her tight, slightly ripped gray jeans. Every detail of the dial evokes music: guitars, drums, energy. The setting evokes backstage: dim red lighting, an amplifier in the background...
An electric, glamorous production that embodies the spirit of rock and slams like a guitar riff.

The "SEA, SAND & SUN" series features photographs taken exclusively by the sea, in the desert, in the company of the sun, often elsewhere, somewhere on Earth. The journey is beautiful, simple, and sometimes surprising.

The "SEA, SAND & SUN" series features photographs taken exclusively by the sea, in the desert, in the company of the sun, often elsewhere, somewhere on Earth. The journey is beautiful, simple, and sometimes surprising.

The "SEA, SAND & SUN" series features photographs taken exclusively by the sea, in the desert, in the company of the sun, often elsewhere, somewhere on Earth. The journey is beautiful, simple, and sometimes surprising.

The "SEA, SAND & SUN" series features photographs taken exclusively by the sea, in the desert, in the company of the sun, often elsewhere, somewhere on Earth. The journey is beautiful, simple, and sometimes surprising.

The "SEA, SAND & SUN" series features photographs taken exclusively by the sea, in the desert, in the company of the sun, often elsewhere, somewhere on Earth. The journey is beautiful, simple, and sometimes surprising.

"Silence" is a tense, subtle, and unsettling portrait. Her eyes stare at you, but her mouth is silent, hidden beneath a turtleneck pulled up like an elegant censor. Everything is ambiguous: restraint or resistance? Gentleness or confinement?
A strong, minimal portrait and an inhabited, almost screaming silence.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.

In "Street Art New York," each wall becomes a story, each street corner a surprise. As I walked, I captured the works of both anonymous and renowned artists, placed there like silent cries. The city whispers through its bricks, its erased tags, its faded frescoes. This is a series that seeks not to document, but to feel. A slow drift into the artistic intimacy of a raw and vibrant city.