A confident voice. A committed journey.
What I convey travels through the voice.
But it begins long before.
In the listening, the sensation, the energy of a text…
Then come the breath, the texture, the grain.
I work with precision, aligning with what needs to be said —
and above all, with what might resonate and echo.
Once a pirate, always a voice
I grew up with a mic — or almost.
First an imaginary one, then a cassette recorder.
The first voices, the first jingles, the first bold tries.
Then came radio: still pirate stations, the golden age of free FM, the adrenaline of live broadcast.
Everything was learned on the fly — hosting, programming, improvising, owning it.
Every opportunity was a challenge.
Every challenge, a stage.
The thrill of risk. The rush of live.
And above all, the feeling of speaking for real.
Daring, failing, trying again — that’s the game
Boldness is saying “why not” before thinking twice.
That’s what led from local radio to ARTE trailers, and eventually to my Town recording booth.
And along the way, there were encounters.
Some believed in me, pushed me, opened doors I hadn’t even imagined.
Others closed them — and unknowingly made me want to go further still.
Then one day, your voice comes out of a screen.
You recognize it. You discover it.
It’s strange — and thrilling.
Nothing is set in stone.
Each project is a reset, a new score to play.
Each time, the gesture must be reinvented.
You shape it, test it, miss it, refine it.
You improve.
That’s the rule of the game.
And I love to play.
A stamp, not an echo
Over time, the voice refines itself.
More than a tone — it becomes an attention.
More than a tool — a presence.
In the studio, headphones on, it still seeks the right tone.
Not to shine,
but to serve.
A message. An emotion. An idea.
Giving shape to what needs to be said.
And sometimes, leaving a stamp behind.
Being heard is not enough.
You have to resonate.
Stay.
Leave a mark.