Maritime Traffic Jam

07 April 2018: 26 July, Alexandria, Egypt.

Breath

09 November 2017: View on the Pacific, Cristo de la Misericordia, San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua

11 November 2017: Laguna de Apoyo, Nicaragua

Close your eyes

17 December 2016: Trinidad, Cuba.

Cycle(s)

More than 10 years after its publication, I read again the book/comic "The Photographer", taking place in Afghanistan and particularly in Badakhshan. Strange feeling than to realize that what was a source of amazement and admiration a few years ago is now a source of memories and nostalgia. Working in Afghanistan wasn't always easy but definitely was a fantastic and rewarding experience. End of a cycle... for now.

21 February 2015: Bagan, Myanmar/Burma

Now, with my bags and trunks ready, a new standby started today. New mission in Yemen and already a feeling of frustration not to be there with and for my team. Soon... inch'allah.

24 February 2015: Mandalay, Myanmar/Burma

Evolution

2001: My first flight ever to Southeast Asia is booked and a wave of panic is hitting me, hard, as I am realizing I am about to leave my confort zone. “What am I gonna do if I fall sick, can’t communicate with people or simply don’t feel comfortable, so far from home?"

24 February 2015: U Bein bridge, next to Mandalay, Myanmar/Burma

2015: I'm reading at the back of a taxi driving to Bangkok center. My body is relaxing while my mind is getting increasingly excited about the idea of going to my favorite Japanese restaurant in town. While I look outside, checking if the driver is taking the right road, I start thinking of the different places I like in Bangkok and would like to go back to in the coming days. Once again, being here suddenly feels like Home.

20 February 2015: Mr. Aye Kyaw Htay, vendor in Zegyo Market, Mandalay, Myanmar/Burma

And while my heartbeat keeps dropping, I wonder how I would have reacted, back then, in 2001, if someone had predicted 2015 to me. A punch in his face, maybe. Or, more certainly, a stronger panic attack... ;-)

Heading back to Myself

End of mission. Ciao radio, security checks, curfews, IEDs and 24/7 phone. Welcome deep sleeps, books, massages, good food and inner silence. Southeast Asia, I'm coming back.

21 January 2015: Majid, Samanghan province, Afghanistan.

The Last Rocker of Mazar

Miles Davis and a smelly bukhari (Afghan fuel heater) are warming up my mood and room. Earlier in the afternoon, I got the very stupid idea of looking at readers's comments on a Swiss newspaper's website. Reading so many bitter people expressing their frustration on any single subject they could, without even knowing what they are talking about, raised a few questions in my mind. Is bashing everyone and everything around them making them feel better? Why are they considering themselves as "being a 100% Swiss" and why would it matter? "Hell is other people" wrote Sartre...But who cares... I finally got the chance to take a portrait I was initially supposed to take a year ago :-)

20 December 2014: Curzio, Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan.

Redefining Priorities

After more than a year in the field with a technically limited camera (poor or no AF, limited ISO, poor ergonomic), I bought last Summer a Fuji X-T1 with two lenses. It is not the first time that I'm trying to have a smaller camera, easier to carry than my usual Canon 5D and lenses (filing a backpack on their own). I bought a few compact cameras in the past but never really felt confortable with them and finally always preferred to work with my Canon. However, 18 months ago, the security situation in the places where I was working and the difficulty to travel with that heavy backpack forced me to change my plans and to use for some time a camera, limited to max 800 or 1600 ISO, with a pathetic AF system but great picture quality.While it restricted the number or kind of shots I could take (e.g. low light portrait), it surprisingly also improved my way of shooting. It forced me to better prepare my shoots, to care less about sharpness and more about content. And because I did not have enough shutter speed at low light, I was then forced to improve my slow shutter speed skills, learning something new.Since I bought a Fuji X-T1, I received several times the same questions "Is it better than Canon?" "Don't you miss a full frame sensor"? No, it is not as good as Canon (slower auto-focus, less ergonomic). But I can carry it with me more easily and adapt my pictures to its limitation. Like too many before me, I certainly wasted way too much time in the past focusing on equipment or picture's sharpness, rather than trying to improve my pictures and my eye.I had the pleasure to talk lately with another enthusiastic photographer about camera, photography in general and how photography coule make us become more attentive of things around us. A particular light, some expressions or any small details, making our life a bit different. And that's certainly what matters to me. Photographing those instants, those details that I like; or capturing some faces or moments I would like to keep for me.Maybe my camera can not shoot all the things another one could (e.g. challenging sport shots). But at least, I can have it with me in any bag and take the kind of shots I really like.

21 November 2014: A bread vendor during a buzkashi match in Mazar-e-Sharif, Northern Afghanistan

Winter is Coming

2°C in Kunduz and a strange feeling of déjà vu.

07 February 2014: Ghulam Hussein, Kunduz, Afghanistan

Silent WE

Quiet weekend, reading about new places, wondering if I could live and work there. Maybe this year, I won't need googlemap to know where my new mission is ...

04 October 2014: Azar. Bukhara, Uzbekistan.

Alternative Path

A bit frustrated with the impossibility of taking proper pictures outside lately, I got a few ideas for a new project. I am now looking forward to working on it, over the next years. And because she was a source of inspiration, all my thoughts are going to Anja Niedringhaus' friends and family, after she was killed this morning in Afghanistan.

05 April 2014: Pierre-Yves, in front of "his" bouldering wall. Passionate about climbing, he built his own wall to practice during his mission in Afghanistan. Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan

Silence

The sky is filled with stars and the night absolutely silent. Just a small, soft music, in my head.

Lots of meetings and discussions with interlocutors. Some sms. And a memory card in my pocket, containing some first official pictures to be processed.

The music gets lounder. 48 heartbeats/min.

Another night in Africa.

11 February 2013: Thanks to Alyona, for posing despite the bad light and lack of chair. Bangui, Central African Republic

In the bush no one can hear you laugh

A new episode of "Life is tough":

Having meetings with local representatives, including high rank officers, is sometimes a bit tricky and intimidating. Although I am now getting used to it and even started enjoying it, it can suddenly be very complicated to keep your nerves when you interlocutor welcomes you wearing his official pants, part of his uniform, and a… lady top (cartoon style).

Neither is it easy not to laugh when you get an official, but unexpected visit on Sunday, while watching an episode of the (excellent) series "New Girl" and still having the last joke in mind.

03 December 2012: Barthelemy, Zemio, Central African Republic

And for those still wondering, here is a new definition of love:

- My ex-girlfriend, the model, we had sex and it was just like… I was happy. You know? We were connected, I wasn't thinking about anything! What is that?

- That is love, you idiot!

- …

- [Whispering] That's love!!

- … Yeuuuuurk!!

- Yeah, it sucks!

- So do I have to be in love now, to have good sex?

Schmidt and his boss, while in bed. New Girl Season 2, Episode 9