Short About Me
I live in Paris, where I work at a university as a research engineer after completing a PhD in Physics. My professional life belongs to science, but my private obsessions are elsewhere: cinema, literature, theory, and the strange emotional weather of contemporary culture.
What I write about
My essays usually start with something small — a face the camera holds too long, a cheap fabric, a line of dialogue, a body listed like a product — and follow it until it opens onto a bigger question: how worth gets assigned, who is allowed to name their own price, what becomes of beauty and pain once they can be bought. Film, literature, fashion, and queer and transgressive art are where I look. The subject underneath is usually value — what a wound is worth, what marginality costs, who ends up profiting.
How I write
Every "about" page is a bid for sympathy, so I'll spare us both. I write about the people polite culture keeps in its peripheral vision — too young, too poor, too exposed, too out of place — because from the cheap seats you can see the whole picture exits included. Spare me the clinic and spare me the confession: one launders its squeamishness as method, the other its vanity as courage. What's left is precision — the only tenderness I trust.
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