A few decades ago,I was an assistant to a hairstylist in the fashion industry. One day, after a month of working together,he asked me a question that lingered in the air: What makes you happier—hairstyling or photography? After a brief moment of silence, I chose hairstyling. I longed for a job connected to art, where I could use my hands to create, shape, and express.

Seventeen years later, as a hairstylist in Paris, I’ve worked on countless niche projects, from Vogue to other renowned fashion magazines.Surrounded by creative minds—people who shape trends and redefine beauty— I absorbed the culture of imagery. It refined my eye,

helping me understand the essence of what I love in photography. Then came an unexpected spark. While working with Lily Collins on Emily in Paris, she asked if I could snap a backstage photo with her phone. To her surprise, it turned out beautifully. That moment rekindled something within me—a seed that had been dormant. Filming for months, day after day, she eventually asked if I would capture an image of her for W Magazine. Holding the camera again, I felt that familiar surge—the power of freezing a fleeting moment. Photography had found its way back to me.