Who I am
I believe I was born with a camera in my hands. Photography has always been there, passed on to me by my father, who taught me to see the world through light and emotion. Since then, I have never stopped capturing. Very early on, images became a way for me to hold on to time, to search for meaning and poetry in every gesture.
I studied photography before turning to cinema, where I worked for almost ten years. That world shaped me deeply. It taught me how to read light, how to tell stories, how to look for what is invisible. But it was also a demanding and sometimes dangerous environment. When my daughter was born, I felt the need to step into a different path. One that was safer, healthier, and closer to the life I wanted to create. In a way, it felt like a circle closing. I had followed the same steps as my father, working in cinema, and then I returned to photography. This time with a new certainty: family, motherhood, and childhood would be at the heart of my work.
From France to Jávea
I carry France in my heart. I am still in love with its culture, its gastronomy, its landscapes. But it no longer feels like the place that fits me. For more than eleven years now, I have lived in Jávea, under the Mediterranean light. Here, I found a softer rhythm, a different way of living, one that feels free and true.
What shapes my vision
My eye is nourished by cinema, with a deep admiration for Scorsese and Tarantino. By music, from the timeless whispers of the 1930s to the serenity of classical compositions, especially the violin and the piano. By vintage aesthetics, a world I love to bring into my photographs.
I also carry with me the time I lived in the United States, where I felt unexpectedly at home. Santiags, hats, high-waisted denim, and all the vintage universe that continues to inspire me.
And I am in love with slow-motion videos, their ability to stretch time and let emotions breathe, to give every moment a new depth.
My vision
If I had to summarize my approach in one sentence, it would be this: I look for emotion in everything I see.
When I photograph a family, what guides me is not a pose or a scene, but their story. What shines through them, what already exists in the space between them. I search for love in the everyday gestures, for the invisible bonds, for the poetry hidden in the ordinary.
People often tell me that I have a gentle approach, and that my images are pure emotion, that I manage to capture what they cannot see themselves. To me, that is the most beautiful compliment, because it is exactly what I hope for. To reveal what is there, quietly waiting, in the silence of a glance, in the weight of a hand, in the laughter that bursts out unplanned.
Behind the lens
I am a mother of two children, my very first models and my greatest inspiration. It is thanks to them that I chose this path, and it is for them too that I believe memory is one of the most precious gifts we can create and pass on.
Before every session, I have my little rituals. A matcha in hand, music in the car, often classical, and in my mind I am already imagining the session ahead of me. I see it unfolding from beginning to end, like a film. When I arrive, it is already alive inside me. All that is left is to be guided by what the family offers me.
Today
This blog and this space are a reflection of who I am. Warm, imperfect, real. A place where I share not only my work, but also the stories and inspirations that shape my vision of motherhood, family, and memory.
Welcome to The Motherhood Era Stories. 🎞️🤎
