As a teenager, I have always looked at historical pictures with great fascination. Capturing the energy of youTH at its rawest under a recollection of story-telling memories always touched me. Growing up with mixed origins and being trilingual gave me a feeling of deep isolation as I could never really fit or belong anywhere. I thus spent a lot of time alone, trying to construct myself an identity throughout books and old photographs, transposing such ideas in the world I was living in, and fetching for the feeling of belonging somewhere.