After having crossed the northernmost places in Republic of Ireland, this trip naturally heads up towards Northern Ireland. The coastline, as rough as it used to be, becomes brighter due to the presence of limestone. Landscapes become also more dramatic and the restless ocean smashes against sharp rocks giving birth to a salt-tasting and sticky haze. Lights however remain difficult. Golden lights did not appear for a long time which makes me lose little by

I have waited for a long time for the Irish Golden Lights – these famous lights lusted after by many photographers, giving a golden and magical hue to landscapes. After a long wait they finally came when I did not expect them, offering me a show better than anything I could think about.I have already been waiting for them for a couple of weeks. Usually late to photograph this moment at its best, this time

My mind subjugated by the dancing tunes of Irish violins, I am writing the continuation of this adventure from a remote pub. After crossing quite quickly the south-west coast of the island, I am currently heading towards the goal of this trip, the Holy Grail of most of my travels: North. It must be carved in my DNA. Whatever the country, I am always attracted by its northern part. When I look on a map, my

When I travel through unknown territories, I often have misconceptions about the place, some kind of biased impressions about landscapes and atmospheres, leading me to a certain disillusion. In order to adapt to novelty and its inherent photographic potential, I then have to go through a ‘mourning’ phase in which I break these misconceptions, opening my mind to a brand new universe. That’s actually what just happened to me in Ireland. Anchored deep inside my mind,