How did you become a photographer? Would you define yourself as a one?

Through my work as a model, I naturally became interested in photography… fashion photography. And at the beginning, from the magazines of the time.

That’s how I discovered the photos of Avedon, Irving Penn, Newton, or Guy Bourdin.

And then, it was through opportunity: the long wait in studios during fashion collections and the chance of having a Nikon on loan meant I was able to start shooting backstage. And outside I would take shots of my model colleagues.

Yes, after 50 years of activity, I define myself as a photographer.

What drives you as a photographer?

I don’t demonstrate or assert anything. In this sense, my photos do not vehicle a social message. In another sense, I feel deeply involved in the fictional vision I propose, which is in fact simply an echo between myself and the world.

Do you think there is such a thing as a ‘woman’s gaze’ in photography? Is this something you can relate to?

For me personally yes, I believe in a feminine sensibility which is not necessarily exclusive to women.

Has being a woman influenced your work as an artist in any way? 

Yes, I can say that my status as a woman model has helped me develop my craft in fashion photography. As regards the status of artist, that’s another story completely. It’s taken 50 years, and I hope it’s not over yet.

Do you live off your art?

Yes I do.

Which authors have inspired you? Are there any women photographers among them?

Although I was influenced at the start by pictoralism (whether by men or women), I couldn’t name any photographers today that influence my work.

On the other hand, there is a long list of artists who I admire. To not delve too far into the past, and not exhaustively, I would say in no particular order:  Diane Arbus, Sally Mann, Henri Cartier-Bresson, Robert Frank, Man Ray, Etienne-Jules Marey, Alexandre Rodtchenko, Ralph Eugene Meatyard, Duane Michals, Edward Steichen, Louis Faurer, August Sander, Umbo, Nancy Rexroth, Mario Giacomelli, Brassaï, etc., and all those anonymous photographers…