Understand the place you're photographing
I first visited Paris with my father when I was 12 years old. My second time, I was 15 and went with two friends, spending many hours on the steps of Sacré-Coeur.
Learn to act naturally with the camera
Street photography can be very different, depending on where one is. The destination, the people, the economic situation or even the cultural differences are very important when we want to take a portrait that will reflect reality.
Where to stay in Paris, the most romantic city in the world
In a city as popular as Paris, how do you pick one hotel from another?
What to eat in Paris - and where
Paris is a food heaven – but if you don't know where to go it quickly turns into hell. I've picked out my top spots, plus what to eat when you're there, to help you navigate the labyrinthine Paris streets.
The survivor that’s thriving
Marseille is a sort of impenetrable survivor. The city, whose history goes back 2,500 years, has shaped itself by absorbing waves of immigrants, who have built it by almost sheer force of will.
Paris. Why do I love it as much as I do?
Paris. Why do I love it as much as I do, why do all these cliched images seem so fresh every time? There are the museums, the history, the apartment buildings and the air of romance encouraged by countless books and films. But central to every Paris experience, both for visitors and the Parisians themselves, is food.
Why are the French so rude (or are they) ?
Why is that Parisian shopkeeper scowling at you? Is it because you forgot to say “Bonjour”?
The great literary café of Provence
Paris has Les Deux Magots. But down south in Aix-en-Provence, they have Les Deux Garçons.
Reflecting the future in the Gironde
Unlike Paris, Bordeaux lacks the buzz of modern, metropolitan life. It feels petite, accessible. The people I meet love their city precisely for its lack of pretentiousness and the resulting easy-going atmosphere.
Some shops in Paris convey more history than a monument
Hidden among the identical cafés of Paris' 6th arrondissement – all outward-facing wicker chairs, overflowing with tourists and locals alike – are remnants of France’s imperial past. Slip past the unassuming facade of Mariage Frères on Rue Christine and into a hushed library of teas: where shopkeepers treat each aromatic tin with the same veneration as a perfectly aged bottle of wine.