A slower look

Stories that unfold in the quiet — never posed, always present.

Features from the Other Side

Between one assignment and the next, the world keeps unfolding slowly, quietly.

These photographs come from that stillness — moments caught without intention, strangers framed by shifting light, cars left to rest like relics, and forgotten towns soaked in dust and silence. There is no agenda here, only instinct and timing guiding the lens.

Shot in high contrast black and white or washed out vintage hues, each frame tells a small story — sometimes tender, sometimes raw, always honest. Together they trace a personal geography made of places, pauses, and passing moments that linger longer than they should.

 

I walk slow and discreet, photographing without being seen, like an observer drifting in the background.

Behind-the-scenes shot of a film crew filming in a garage with cars parked inside, viewed from the dark interior of a vehicle.
A man with dark hair, beard, wearing a black cap, and a multicolored sweater, stands in a garage filled with various cars. He is looking at a yellow vintage car with the driver's side door open. Behind him, other people and cars are visible.
Three people filming outdoors on a cloudy day, with a green sports car partially visible in the foreground, and a cityscape in the distance.
Close-up of professional film camera mounted on a Stabilizer in front of vehicle dashboard.
Four men having a conversation inside a garage or workshop, with a motorcycle and car visible, and a person with a camera filming them.
View through a window showing a courtyard with two parked cars in front of a brick building with multiple windows. The scene is in black and white.
People viewing vintage and modern cars inside a well-lit garage space with glass block windows and a sign that reads 'L'ART DE L'AUTOMOBILE'.

The Sound of the Journey

A song I often return to. Cumberland Gap captures a feeling of open roads, distant memories, and the faded hues of an American dream. It’s a sound that evokes nostalgia, the warmth of vintage textures, and the rhythm of slow travel.