Started during my time living in London, the project “In My Bed” explores the idea of intimately connecting with complete strangers through space, photography, and drawing.
The journey began with Hanna, my first guest. That afternoon, we found ourselves, face to face, in a space that was both intimate and unknown, creating an esoteric connection between the two of us.
Her melancholy and vulnerability were reflected in my inner curiosity, generating a psychic space auspicious to sharing our immature and shy thoughts.
We had furtively created a connection …. which had grown up regardless of the peculiarity of the situation, culminating in a sincere embrace at the end of our session.
In that moment, I no longer felt as we were strangers, but as individuals longing to be seen. That’s how my tiny room shifted from being an available space into a central protagonist of this project. It had become the medium enabling us to reveal ourselves.
As I welcomed my subjects on my bed, I welcomed their being as is, so they felt safe and at ease.
This cherished space of mine was a channel through which I could sha
I quickly realized that the use of film cameras allowed me to slow down and refine my work after I had built up a comfort level with them.
As a result, I could fully engage at each step of the process, offering enough time, necessary breaks and silences to foster sincere communication.
Most of the time, my guests would tease me and develop a strong sense of curiosity towards me. Their questions, centered around my space or my techniques, would lead them to slowly unfold their own stories.
By engaging them in my passion, we would create a strong feeling of togetherness as old friend would do.
Following my encounters, I would sit and pounder each interaction through my drawings. Unlike the photos, the drawings would allow me to reposition myself at the center of my space again.
What was my last impression? How did I feel? Did I get closer to myself following this experience?

« Autrui, c’est l’autre, c’est-à-dire le moi qui n’est pas moi. »
Jean-Paul Sartre