I discovered urban exploration at the end of years 2000 through rooftops, subways, and the city's unofficial catacombs. At that time, I found another subject for interesting photos: documenting the unseen side of the city. Climbing roofs to see the city from the top, going at night in subway tunnels or spend whole days underground in the catacombs exploring the tens of kilometers of galleries looking for beautifully carved rooms: I found a thrill in that activity, the adrenaline that I have been looking for in everything I do in my life.
Roaming in abandoned places looking for graffiti, I came to realize the intensity of the atmospheres and the beauty of the spectacle of time passaging: rust, decaying and peeling painted wall, broken windows, natural forces taking back to create unbelievable sceneries that were stunningly photogenic. For me, all that urban decay appeared as infinite poetry.
Today, five years after, I have visited more than seven hundred of these beautiful places in more than thirty countries on four continents.
With time, my interest has concentrated on what appeared to me to be the strongest, the most original element in this vast subject of abandonment: mother nature taking back its habitat. It is poetic, even magic, to see nature retaking what used to be hers, reintegrating through broken windows, cracks on the walls, spaces built by Man and then neglected, until sometimes guzzling them entirely.