I didn’t know Nice very well, but I wasn’t disappointed when it came to photography! I had only been back from Quebec for two days, and I was already heading back to work with a business trip to this city. Between the lingering thrill of my Canadian adventure and the joy of rediscovering my inspiration and passion for photography, I was ending my summer on a high note. The Promenade des Anglais is, in itself, a fascinating social study and an absolute treat for me. I went there without much planning, in the late afternoon, not even thinking about rush hour and the crowd waiting to be captured. In short, long live bedsheets—they’re photogenic!

Quebec: a long-awaited trip, carefully planned and supported by my friends. The kind of friends with whom we've shared major life milestones. We met as students, and now we’re watching each other step into adulthood. But we needed this trip we had never taken. Quebec seemed like the perfect excuse to reunite. Two weeks together to really talk—like, for real! To share our fears, our dreams, to get on each other’s nerves, to cry from exhaustion or frustration because our periods hit at the worst possible time. In short, to reconnect. This album is a mix of friendship reunions and little details. While working on this series, I realized it doesn’t play out like a chronological travel diary, but rather as a collection of small moments—hardly any wide shots, just details.

Drinking a good coffee on a terrace on a Friday in November in Bordeaux, while everyone else is at work… Honestly, it’s underrated, but it’s a tricky goal to achieve. In Bordeaux, there are more brunch spots than actual cafés where you can just have a coffee—so much so that it’s worth mentioning. Well, these photos partly reflect that quest. The mood, the weather, and the moment all came together, inspiring me to take a lot (too many?) of pictures—at the expense of a slow and patient search for the perfect coffee spot. But hey, my latte was delicious.

Amsterdam in October… On paper, it didn’t seem like the best idea for a first romantic weekend. We pictured ourselves caught in a drizzle, shivering in the cold, desperately looking for a café to warm up. And yet, the stars aligned: soft light, surprisingly mild weather, and that autumn atmosphere that makes the city even more charming. Amsterdam easily rivals Paris when it comes to inspiration, especially for photography. Every street corner offers something to capture—a warm-colored façade, the reflection of the canals, a row of bicycles leaning against a railing. Its architecture, red brick buildings, narrow streets, and laid-back rhythm make it feel timeless. I never tire of wandering through its streets, watching locals glide by on their bikes, soaking in a city.