Black and white is my mother tongue. In its sobriety lies an incomparable strength: it strips the world of all superfluous elements to keep only the essential — light, shapes, shadows, and faces. By removing color, I reveal the raw matter of a moment: a bare emotion, a deep gaze, a truth without artifices. Each black-and-white photograph becomes a timeless trace, a fragment suspended between silence and eternity.

Today, street photography is a demanding art. At a time when smartphones capture thousands of images effortlessly, photographing with a dedicated camera has become both rare and intrusive. The mere presence of a lens questions, surprises, sometimes disturbs. In this environment saturated with ephemeral images, patience and discretion are required to grasp a true instant: to wait for a gaze to reveal itself, for a gesture to assert itself, for a light to unveil the soul of a scene.

For me, every frame is more than an image. It is a piece of our era’s soul, a human imprint testifying to the relationships, emotions, and fragilities we share without always seeing them. To meet a gaze, catch a silence, seize a fragment of anonymous life is to preserve a truth that would otherwise dissolve instantly into the city’s tumult.

The street is not a fixed backdrop: it is alive, vibrant, crossed by stories that intersect and disappear. To photograph is to pay homage to this fleeting humanity. It is to resist oblivion by keeping, within a single frame, proof that a moment existed — and that it contained the full force of the present.

Through my photographs, I seek neither effect nor spectacle. I seek the essential: raw emotion, the dignity of subjects, the fragile truth of gazes. I claim an honest and respectful practice: never betray, never harm, but bear witness with accuracy. Each image thus becomes a silent witness, a captured breath that speaks as much about our time as about our humanity.