It was a hot, sunny day, and we danced in endless fluctuations, breaking waves and clapping sounds echoing into the far distance, mingling in indiscriminate rhythms. Enchanted and carefree, we moved under the glimmering sun, which shone relentlessly upon us, lifting us high into the sky, evaporating us into streams of clouds. From afar, our movements appeared abstract and dull, the same dance now airy and flowing. Below, the vast sea lay in slumber, calm and forgetful, caught in a slow, constant trance, reflecting our forms in its dark azure mirror. This mirror bespoke of a face that slowly changed and dissolved into the void, yet the wind guided us aimlessly, formless and free. As we rose higher into the cold, we yearned to fall back, and so we did, dropping in a drizzle this time into a small lake. There, the fragrance of a fragmented flower floated on the wavy surface, gazed by the cold eyes of an old silent hermit. He sat by the lake, retelling our tale to himself—a tale recounted endlessly by unfathomable minds before him. . Pushkar Lake/India/2023 Music : @b.pioulard

Chemical Martyrs

January 28, 2018 in Magazine, Iran

A very well-informed piece on the chemical victims. Very glad to have been part of this important and forgotten issue about Iran's chemical war veterans, Photographing the victims and hearing about their riveting stories.

Published in Pulitzer Center and Science Magazine