Julien Monteiro

"There is really neither beautiful style, neither beautiful drawing, nor beautiful color:
there is only one beauty, that of the truth that reveals itself. "

- Auguste Rodin

What are these images that parade and swirl in our heads at the end of the day?
These moments, which leave an imprint, are not they our greatest wealth?
I close my eyes on my treasures and realize that a face is hidden there.
I try to understand them. I look in my viewfinder as we look with a magnifying glass something infinitely complex, but essential. We. I can guess the magic. Your faces are authentic, they say true.

But what interests me and fascinates me is ultimately everything but your image. The carelessness of the outside. The spontaneity that breaks down. The abandonment of oneself. The signature of our singularity. This thought that escapes us. Seize a surprise truth on a face. A look that speaks from the inside. We seek to control the moments that overwhelm us, escape us, they are nevertheless the most true.

This is a vertiginous challenge, which says, finally, long on me, my dreams and on this passion which is mine:
photography.