Essential recordings
The neighborhood (a bittersweet lullaby).
"Without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet." — Vanilla Sky (2001)
When I was a kid, I had a somewhat troubled childhood. I spent a lot of time in my head to escape, inventing stories, dreaming of exploring. At 15, I took my first flight across the Atlantic for a family vacation to Florida. When I returned, Belgium suddenly felt so small. I knew then that I needed to see the world.
Brussels had always been my base, my home city—where I started my photographic career. It was where I built a life that allowed me to work and travel while always returning to something familiar. The city’s energy, its contradictions, its sense of unpredictability—all of it shaped me. But over time, finding a suitable place to settle with my family became increasingly difficult. In 2015, we left the capital for Waterloo, just outside the city. At first, it felt like a step toward calm—cleaner streets, quieter days. But as time went on, the odd details and contradictions resurfaced.
A small patch of countryside at the end of our street is where my dog and I find peace. It feels like an escape from the suburban routine. But the old, rustic bridge that once connected us to this space is gone, replaced by a modern one—an unsettling reminder of how urbanization is creeping closer. What was once a simple crossing to tranquility has become a barrier, and that patch of land might soon disappear altogether.
These series aren’t just about documenting a place; they reflect my growing disconnect from a world that increasingly feels unfamiliar. The contradictions I see around me—progress and loss, peace and disruption—mirror my own internal restlessness. It’s a world that seems comfortable and familiar at first glance, yet, upon closer inspection, it never quite makes sense to me.
Boundaries (la maison du Garde)
Nothing lasts
Nothing is finished
Nothing is perfect
Nothing is finished
Nothing is perfect