The Opal Coast in France has been for a long time a place where I could feel my inspiration flow.
One early morning, when I walked on the beach near Cap Blanc Nez, feeling so at home, I found these remains on a further pristine beach.
When I held what I decided to be my last exposition, the curator asked me for a list, the titles that I had given my work.
I told her I couldn’t, as I had no titles and didn’t want Untitled I, II and so on neither.
“Why?” she asked with her soft and sexy voice.
“A title or description manipulates ones vision. I want people to see my work and their fantasies and imagination should to the rest. Let them travel.”
“Wow,” she answered looking at me with “come to bed with me” eyes.
I didn’t as I was with Princess and this chick was already so pregnant.
I had nothing to add to her story.
During our stay at Brittany, my first real vacation with my girls it quickly came clear they wanted their father at their side and not a photographing maniac.
I tried to respect that but sometimes it was difficult not having the luxury to travel alone. I try to fill in their school holidays with my legal days off.
Spending quality time with them and photographing, it is not easy.
On evening we arrived at this beach, I forgot the name, and for some reason or another Little A. and Big A. needed some time alone, wandering next to the water. They needed some time for themselves.
I quickly got my tripod out of the car and in this fading light I was able to make some long exposures.
It had been raining most part of the day and my daughters were mad with me.
“Fuck you old man, why Brittany and not Cuba, Miami, Costa del Sol?”
I shrugged not wanting to enter an endless discussion. I can only spend what I have.
Months later they would both admit they had really enjoyed our time together.
I managed to make a shot of this sailboat.
It felt like the last man on earth. Something tiny, so vulnerable.
These poles rise from the water when it is very low tide. I have no idea for what they are used for but they are covered with mussels.
I shot this one later afternoon with my D300 on a tripod and a 24-120 mm VR lens equipped with a combination of several neutral density grey filters adding about 12 stops so I could use a 20″ second exposure making the water somewhat misty.
Contrast was increased using curves and I desaturated slightly the colors.Then I added a few backgrounds and merged them with this photograph.
On Binic beach (Brittany, France) one can find a sea swimming pool. It is filled during high tide and people can swim in it while low tide.
One evening my daughters and I were walking along the pier and the swimming pool started to be flooded by the upcoming water.
I made this shot and a few weeks later, looking at it on my computer screen, it didn’t seem like a very interesting image. I was playing with the curves tool in Photoshop when my daughter unintentionally pushed against my elbow and my hand moved, pulling the line of curves completely down.