When I look back, photography feels like a quiet thread that has always run through my life. During every trip, every intimate moment with the people who matter to me, I instinctively reached for my phone (or whatever I had on hand) to steal a fragment of time before it vanished. It wasn’t a conscious act. It was a reflex. Almost a necessity. As if preserving beauty, emotion, and memory was something my mind needed long before I understood why.

Fashion, My First Love

Before I ever thought of myself as a photographer, fashion was already shaping the way I saw the world. People around me kept pointing it out: my eye for silhouettes, my sensitivity to textures, the way I noticed the subtleties that define presence and attitude. I dreamed of belonging to that universe, yet I felt like an outsider looking in. Being a designer never appealed to me: the craft of creating garments wasn’t where my artistic pulse lived. What captivated me was the visual story fashion tells: how a look can reveal character, how style becomes language. My friends insisted I should share my outfits online, that I had something unique. I brushed it off with a smile. Back then, the confidence wasn’t there. It felt too vulnerable, too loud, too “this is who I am.”

The Champs-Élysées Moment

Then came that afternoon on the Champs-Élysées. Sunlight brushing the pavement, my friend and I drifting through the crowd with no particular destination, just the soft ease of two people enjoying the moment. Compliments floated toward us from strangers: effortless, sincere, almost cinematic. And suddenly, there was a street photographer. He captured us mid-walk, without warning or direction. No pose, no performance. Pure spontaneity. When he showed us the images, something shifted. I felt that jolt, the kind that hits you in the chest before you can even name it. The photos were raw, magnetic, alive. They held a truth that words couldn’t. In that instant, I understood: photography could merge everything that moved me (style, emotion, instinct, creativity) and transform it into something timeless.

Photography: Where Vision Meets Emotion

From that day forward, I wasn’t just taking pictures. I was chasing sensations, silhouettes, atmospheres. I wanted to translate the elegance of a walk, the confidence of a look, the intimacy of a moment. I wanted to give fashion a pulse, capture its attitude, its energy, its spirit. Photography became the language through which my sensibility could finally speak, unfiltered, precise, deeply personal. It allowed me to shape my world visually, to turn intuition into image, to give form to the way I perceive beauty.

I didn’t begin photography by accident. I stepped into it because it had always been there, quietly waiting for me to recognize it. And when I finally did (on that radiant afternoon on the Champs) everything aligned. My love for fashion, my eye for detail, my urge to tell stories through style… all of it found its place behind the lens.