When the pest goes marching in…

Norwich Cathedral – WPPD 2018 – FOMA film 400 ISO

“Knock! Knock! Knock!”
The cracking sound of a heavy door ripped open the intoxicated silence.
“Sorry to interrupt you, I said. I saw a ray of light under the door, I just pushed it to see what was behind it.”
I kept bringing forth an absolute cascade of words as I was standing behind the solid door I could only afford to open half way .
“Am I disturbing you? I hope not! I know it’s been a while, crossing the desert to reach you. May I come in ? I won’t be long.”
My voice echoed strangely through the room. Then a deafening silence invaded the space. There was nobody except me in this quite dark room, abandoned for ages. I could tell that because as I was moving forward cautiously, a mishmash of overlapping spider webs covered my face. A fine dust that filled the air almost instantly invaded my nose then my throat. I sneezed too loudly and again the sound of my voice echoed back. I raised my eyes towards what seems to be the stained glass window of a church.
“How the hell did I get here!” I gasped.
A shrill voice answered : “You tell me !”
I began to feel horribly frightened but I kept my head for all of that.
“Who’s speaking ? Where are you ? It is completely dark here and I can’t see you !” I claimed calmly as I was stumbling and fumbling in the dark, trying to find something familiar to grasp with my hands.
Finally, through persistence, I reached what seemed to be a dusty pew. I grabbed the back of the bank, took a step forward and finally sank into it. I felt somehow relieved to be on a position I could at last control. Unfortunately, the dust flied in the air and filled in my nostrils and made me sneeze again.
“ Bless you! ” replied the little voice to my noisy and moisty sneeze.
“Who are you?” I shouted, leaning forward, both hands flat on the bench. I could feel something tickling my left hand. I immediately moved my hand to get rid of this unpleasant sensation.
“Ouch! I just wanted to be nice with you after all, and you answer is to reject me!”
“ What the hell are you saying? I don’t even know where you are!” I retorted
“ Oh you! Sneaky human trash, scum of the earth! I was on your hand!”
“What? I don’t understand! What do you mean you were on my hand? Are you a fairy or something?”
“ Nah! I am a cockroach!”
“Yuuck, a cockroach? I was shivering with disgust to the idea that a loathsome insect was rambling all over my body. “I must be dreaming! It can’t be true! I must have been crazy with all those eerie events!”
“Hey, Yuuck yourself! You vermin!”
“Watch yourself and be careful what you say!” I started to feel itchy skin rashes erupting all over my skin!”
“Nah, I won’t shut up, your specie is a disaster for our planet. Soon, you’ll be completely erased thanks to your God. I read about it in the Bibles I eat, digest and expel all day long!”
“Aah, I see you are an educated pest, you can speak and read English!” My bulging eyes were throbbing in my eyelids and I couldn’t catch my breath anymore. An urgent need was quite literally itching me. I couldn’t bear that irrelevant and superfluous discussion. I wasn’t here to listen to the lyrical nonsense of an insignificant insect. I was here to draw your attention to tell you a big “Hello!”
“ I dearly despise the human kind. You made this heavenly place a hell from which YOU yearn to escape. Fortunately for us, WE were designed to resist any nuclear disaster! ”
“ Have you finished your tirade? ” I grabbed the Bible that was next to me and hit the insect with it.
“Serves you right! You get what you give! ”

The moral of this story is that there is no moral in this story. I am not Jean de La Fontaine. COULD I CATCH YOUR ATTENTION AT LEAST?

Happy Lockdown and Pinholistically Yours !

PS : If I made some mistakes, please bear in my that English is not my mother tongue. I gently squeezed my head to extract a little bit creative juice on a computer: If you like it, share it!
The pinhole picture was taken in 2018 during the git together meeting in Norwich organized by Alex Yates.
The brand of the film was FOMA 400 ISO and developed with FOMA chemistry. I used a Holga 120 pinhole camera.

L’homme idéal

l'homme idéal


How are you? Ah, you think I am going to wish you a happy new year? Well,no! Why? Because nothing changed for me between the Dec. 31st and Jan.1st…

And no new year’s resolutions as it is useless: no diet this year.No.Nothing at all.

I am writing this message from the other side of this world,from the bottom of a golden coffin, in which nails are hammered every day.

I am in fact in a state of extreme frustration.I moved to an other place, an other country, an other continent.I don’t complain as my situation is by far better than any other one here…

Well, no! I have to complain because it is sooo French!Yes, i am frustrated because pinholing became a dream here not a reality. No films.No products.Nothing. And yet….I have a big bathroom I could turn into a darkroom.This is what I was missing from France as i had a tiny bathroom.

I recently received my pinhole adapter for my Nikon D90 and decided to play with it to check what kind of interesting pictures could be made with it. Obviously, i will never be able to get the amazing effects of an analogue camera.

I have tried everything: different light, different sensibility, close-up, flashlight….And I think that the only interesting pictures that could be obtained with a digital pinhole are pictures of moving objects.

And yet…Here is a photograph of a bottle of perfume.A still bottle.

PS: I would not mind if eventually you would agree to send me if you please some pinhole and analogue photography related stuffs in order to decrease the level of my frustration:for example samples of photographic paper,fixer for paper and films,black and white films.

Conclusion:”l’homme idéal n’existe pas”.

You have four hours to write an essay about it.

Now, i will leave you and try to tidy the mess in my head.

Pinholistically Yours!




Horse tied to a tree

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One of the rare colour pictures I took with a pinhole camera. I never shoot in color for one reason: I don’t know how to develop the film or I consider it too complex to do it by myself. I have another reason too: my local store is not gifted for that. The film is always scratched and I have nothing to say as he is the only one I consider good in my hometown.

This picture was taken with a 35 mm Holga pinhole camera. I bought one because I wanted to shoot with a widespread format of film. That would allow me to find and shoot 35 mm film in any country.

Pinholistically Yours!

WPPD in Portland

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From virtuality to reality, there is one step. And what a giant step I took to meet some virtual pinhole friends in Portland for the WPPD 2015. A Two-way-seventeen-hour trip I will never forget.
The first meeting took place last year in Amsterdam. And there it was decided that each year the group would meet for this special day in a different city.
This is amazing how a common passion can bring people from different cultural backgrounds together! Stop war, do pinhole!
As far as I am concerned, I did not shoot that much and I deeply regret it. Photography is a passion for solitary souls. I had three bodyguards with me who had other plans: find some fashionable partners for their wardrobe.
I lost a film in that trip too thanks to the X-rays scanners. Never believe anyone at the airport when they tell you it is ok until 800 ISO. it is a lie! The only film that was rescued was a 125 ISO rollfilm.
Ah, I forgot something too! To tell you that I forgot my tripod in the suitcase I was supposed to take with me to Portland, because I realized that the suitcase I was supposed to take to Portland was too tiny to be taken to Portland.You understand?
That means that I took blurred images. I was the tripod bipod. And the pictures were not even taken in Portland, but Cannon Beach. And not on April 26th. A perfect failure! But I intend to correct all of this next year, and guess what! You are invited!


Holga Pinhole camera ( 35 mm) – Ilford FP4+- Caffenol C

Pinholistically Yours!