I have a very personal opinion on nude photography due to the special circumstances in which I discovered this art.
At that time, I was living in a small island in the Indian ocean. I wasn’t even a photographer. Just an amateur who sometimes went out with his friend to do some landscape shots. One day, that friend seduced me with the idea of building our own photo studio which never saw the light of day, but I had new lighting equipment that I was eager to test. I managed to convince my girlfriend to pose for me in the only “studio” I found, which was an abandoned tower on the edge of a beach. Despite humidity, heat and dust, this experience turned out to be a revelation. Two months later, I appeared for the first time in a magazine and five of my pictures were exhibited in an event. It was a great honor for me. Later that year, we decided to leave our islander lives behind and go back to Europe, so that I could give myself a chance in the world of fine art nude photography. It was a leap into the unknown, out of the comfort zone, to build a new life around my passion.
Since the beginning, I knew nothing of this art and had no influence from other photographers. As a result, I started from scratch and made up my own mind. This doesn’t mean my vision and codes are unique, but I discovered them by myself in my personal journey. It was a good thing for me.