Category: curated series

This is a series of self-portrait landscape photography about dream and fantasy. Dressed in flowing red or turquoise, I appear by waterfalls, on remote beaches, or standing on a frozen lake. These images open a door into my own imagination, where reality blends with enchantment. I have always loved Disney tales, long dresses, and the idea of wandering into places where magic happens. Yet I am also an introvert, more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. Placing myself in the scene became a way to bridge those two worlds: the observer and the dreamer within. Including a

Boreal Dreams is a photographic series of northern lights captured across different countries. Seeing the aurora had been one of my biggest dreams, and the first time it came true was in Swedish Lapland in 2018. Since then, I have never stopped longing for that magical glow in the sky. I witnessed it again in the Faroe Islands in 2023, two nights in a row, but the most emotional moment came on May 10th, 2024, when an aurora appeared above Switzerland. It may not be my best image technically, but it remains my most treasured photograph, a memory so powerful

I discovered this place in 2020, just a few days after moving to the canton of Vaud. I was walking along the lake when I noticed a line of stones reaching into the water. Something about it stopped me. The very next day, I came back with my camera and I’ve been returning ever since. This small beach in Préverenges is only a short drive from home. The stone path feels simple, almost ordinary. But through the lens, it became a subject I wanted to explore again and again. I started photographing it from the exact same spot, always using

I first discovered the ice cave of Zinal in winter 2021. Hidden in the heart of the Swiss Alps, in southern Switzerland, it felt like reaching a secret cathedral of ice and silence. The final stretch of the trail was unmarked and wild, weaving through raw alpine terrain. I had never hiked this far in snowshoes, at such altitude, in such an inhospitable landscape. But there it was: a shimmering vault sculpted in deep blue. Since then, I’ve returned three times. Each visit revealed new shapes, new textures, new silences. The cave was changing, slowly collapsing from the inside. In

In the highlands of Madeira, there is a place where time dissolves. A forest of twisted laurel trees, wrapped in mist and silence. The Fanal Forest feels less like a landscape and more like a presence, a living, breathing being made of wood, moss, and cloud. I returned to this place over several days, always to find it transformed. The fog never moved the same way twice. Sometimes the light was soft and milky, sometimes it barely pierced the veil. Trees appeared, disappeared, reappeared, like characters wandering through a dream. In this curated series, I chose to revisit the same