Saint-Henri des Tanneries
Saint-Henri is a neighborhood that holds a very special place in my heart. Although I lived in the neighboring district of Little Burgundy, my family and I often enjoyed walking through its streets — drawn by its charm, its parks, and its quiet strength. Over the years, this place became deeply familiar to me. I return to it often, carried by a kind of silent loyalty, to walk its paths and photograph its soul.
Saint-Henri, Inhabited Traces
Through my images, I seek to capture the singular soul of this neighborhood — its visible and invisible traces, its forgotten textures, and the silent stories told by its walls.
True to my artistic approach, I see Saint-Henri as a precious witness to our living heritage, at once fragile and deeply rooted in the fabric of urban memory.
A Façade to Remember
Beneath the clear sky, a façade stands tall, proud and meticulously crafted. The roof shingles, the suspended balcony, and the carved woodwork still whisper a taste for detail, the care of another time. A patient elegance, still standing.
Where Stone and Wood Meet
This carefully sculpted balcony and loggia, where stone joins with color to compose a language of urban elegance. Each column, each lacework of wood evokes an art of building that has become rare — a dialogue between discipline and fantasy.
