I was 14 when I first met photography. Although it was quite long ago, I still remember the romance of the darkroom with the red light, the rattling of the film developing tanks, the smell of fixer and the cracking of the photographs, as they were drying in the press.

Of course, there were dark periods during which the camera and all of the equipment were gathering dust in the closet, and they were long. But what's most important to me is that I managed to preserve my passion for photography throughout time.

Even today, in the age of digital photography, when everybody is wearing a camera (as well as pants), I still believe that I haven’t taken my best photos yet.