Walking is the mother of all migrations.
Man before even beginning to combine action to word, starts on his feet.
Walking reminds us of what gave us our civilisations
In the effort of walking one escapes the very idea of identity, the temptation to be someone, to have a name and a history.

The quest for an unattainable pleasure and an impossible harmony motivates the walker - pilgrim. Simple and complex simultaneously, walking certifies that life begins somehow as a human adventure, around the age of one.
Walking is a process and a pretext for introspection. Between first steps at home and missions on the Himalayas there is a major one step that allows you to cross the boundaries of life.

Lonely form of resistance, not without nostalgia, walking is always a step towards the "other". It’s an encounter that requires an effort from us. It’s a therapy, both physical and psychological. The reveries of Rousseau, of Rimbaud and then of Stevenson, Thoreau, Benjamin, Walser, Sebald and so many others encourage us, when reading them, to put on our shoes and walk. To our joy and our health, walking is a form of defiance of speed and noise, increases curiosity, encourage humility, causing meditation. It invites us to contemplation, be silent and listen better.

Walking can turn into a prelude to learning about freedom and establish itself as one first step in an act of resistance.


Peripatetics revolves around experiential, direct, non-conceptual photography. It’s somehow the quiet side of urban or landscape photography during which attention is given primarily to the state of mind and not to the hunting of exceptional phenomena. This internalization of attention brings a more sober & poetic reading of reality. It’s a detached way of making more intimate images open to interpretations. You create or inhabit a familiar space as if the world you explore is just another room in your home.