Design for a living,
Cut stories from paper,
Write in french rhyme.
I’m a designer by trade, but I’ve never been very good at sticking to one way of making things.
I design for a living. I’ve been making collages and composing stories from paper for years, and lately I’ve started doing the same with words, writing in my mother tongue, mostly in rhyme, about memories, people, ordinary things and whatever I’m trying to make sense of at the time.
This is a place for all of it: the work I do, the things I make, and whatever I’m curious enough to explore next.
I’m from Marseille, in the south of France, and I think a lot of what I make starts somewhere there, in the colours and contrasts, the people, the sea, the way things are said and the stories we carry.
That instinct follows me into everything I make. Some of it finds its way into my work as a designer; some needs somewhere with fewer rules to roam.
I’ve never really seen these different creative spaces as separate. They feed each other. A line I write might change the way I see an image. Something found in an old magazine might unlock an idea for a piece of work. One thing gets cut apart, another gets put back together.
I like moving between them and bringing a little bit of each one back with me.
My roots create my flow.
