Despite my growing desire to go further and further afield to take photos, I have to admit that I'm starting to run out of ideas in the surrounding area. You have to understand that my deepest desire when it comes to images - whether in terms of subject matter or the very aesthetics of what I take - is the various industrial wastelands and abandoned places that populate France. The problem is, I've stumbled across the worst region in the country for this, considering that the number of wastelands on the Côte d'Azur is close to absolute zero. So, in my distress and thirst for rust, I'm reduced to scraping the bottom of drawers, and pushing back the limits of the places I allow myself to go for my series. Sometimes the result is satisfying, and other times I end my weekend with the overall feeling that I've had the shit kicked out of me. I walk for hours under the lightning of summer and the vast, chiselled shadows it casts, only to come away with two or three photos that - while not bad - are not what I grabbed my camera for. More and more, I'm considering the idea of going far away on my expeditions, much farther away. I want to seek out these abandoned places rather than fall back on the underbridges that come my way, but my greatest fear, that of driving for hours for nothing, holds me back more than anything else. Of course, I don't deny that I sometimes get things out of my strolls; I met a Tunisian who lived on a bus in a junkyard I visited. Among other things, he told me how he'd worked on the Nice stadium (yes, you can't make that kind of encounter up). I also had the good fortune (wat) to walk until I got lost in the sewers of Cannes, don't ask me how. At one point, I ended up on the beach, which was a... peculiar experience.