from Bangkok

Rather than a place, Wat Phou is a feeling, an emotion… brought from the past.

The scattered ruins of the Hindu-Khmer complex, now blending with the tropical mountain landscape, hold their hidden secrets to this day.

Wat Phou’s history is like an un-decoded cipher that archeologists still struggle to piece back together.

Sitting still in front of moving traffic

Moving alongside people

Watching the world go by

On the road, grace is found in chaos

Dust lifting up against the asphalt

Endless flow of life.

From the major commuter road, one could never imagine this peaceful corner, tucked at the end of a leafy passageway. Night and day, a pack of stray dogs were guarding the museum entrance with devotion.

With its warm daylight and chilly morning breeze

The ‘back-to-school’ feeling that hints at all the things left to do, and to look forward to…

Looking at my own archive of decade-old images.

I reminisce past moments and wonder if they will be reborn as new narratives.

Some things become visible as time passes, through the contrasts that life offers.

Is home a location? An environment, a feeling? What makes us feel “at home”?

A few thoughts shared during the event At Home, which took place at P21 Gallery in London.

One of the oldest ceramic manufacturers in France. Handmade, since 1837.

Diving into a decade of old notes, photographs and sketches to make a new composition out of fragments of the past.

[Notes from George Town, Malaysia]

Return after five years.

Looking at heritage, as one element that is embedded in the flow of everyday life.

Beyond the shade,

The sun is as heavy as lead.

On my way, I found a sacred tree squeezed in between the Mandarin Oriental and Hilton hotels.

From the abstract lines of CDG airport to the sunrise in Bangkok.

To rethink democracy through a different lens, not rooted in ancient Athens but in Ionia, a no-rule entity based on a lack of social divisions… One of the most fascinating books I have read in a long time.

Days when winter recedes to welcome spring. Soon the sharpness of the cold air will be a distant memory…

After three years, I grew steadily convinced that I had some sort of natural immunity against COVID-19 but December 2022 brought me back to reality. It was also an opportunity to dive into layered fictional narratives.

One familiar path to awaken the senses.

Sometimes drawings are meant to live a life outside of their original purpose. Free to be interpreted and imagined further.

The moments that make Paris, Paris.

Half a year in Bangkok

Living in a hotel

With a view.