Visual Manifesto
In the Wake of Vertigo
The photograph is only the visual trace that it happened—
but the real reminder is this:
this breath, this moment,
this precise instant in which you are still alive.
but the real reminder is this:
this breath, this moment,
this precise instant in which you are still alive.
I seek the art of contemplation.
Magic, I believe, dwells in the overlooked corners of the everyday.
Magic, I believe, dwells in the overlooked corners of the everyday.
What you will find here is not a portfolio—
but the echo of my inner dialogue,
the vertigo of being alive,
the delicate weight of memory
as felt by a foreigner in the world, like you.
but the echo of my inner dialogue,
the vertigo of being alive,
the delicate weight of memory
as felt by a foreigner in the world, like you.
Each image is a fragment
from a life lived intensely and imperfectly—
a love letter to impermanence.
from a life lived intensely and imperfectly—
a love letter to impermanence.
My life is my artwork.
And I am the creative director of my life
And I am the creative director of my life
Eternal—or not.
Just Jules.