These faces of children, men and women, imprints of poetry and affection take us to the neighborhoods where these families live. The delicate and sensitive eye of a photographer craves for meaning beyond the mundane.

In the heart of the Chanel haute couture workshops in Paris.

I was always convinced that I was from here until one day in May 1993 when I found myself in Algeria. I had gone there with a total ignorance of what was happening there. I wanted to cross the country from east to west and try to find my family. My father, with whom I had an appointment the day before my departure so that he could give me information, did not come.