4:15 AM. Short night. The alarm clock rings. No rain clinking on the tent. It is a good sign. I put on my wet clothes and walk towards the car. Although easily accessible — meaning probably over-photographed —, yesterday I’ve been caught by the beauty and the mystic atmosphere of Lago di Carezza and then decided to go back there for dawn. But after twenty minutes of driving through passes, It feels like something is

A few days after leaving to Mongolia, my girlfriend and me decided to have a weekend together in Ardeche, a beautiful region of France. As we walk down one of the main streets of the little town of Aubenas, a singular vehicle calls us out. A parabole, stickers everywhere and a lot of antennas standing on its roof… Of course! This is probably the car of the Aubenas-Lapland expedition we spent a day with in Lofoten

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,

Heck, time flies! It has already been two weeks since we returned home. Yet, I have not posted the conclusion of this trip. Shame on me, it is time to catch up! For fun, let's start with some stats for this trip : 26,000 more kilometers on the clock 96 days of wandering 7 countries crossed (8 if we include Faroe Islands) 11,000 photographs taken, representing around 125 GB of data 2 flat tires 18 liters of the cheapest red wine available 18