The Camargue horse is, in France at least, a real symbol of freedom. On a more personal point of view, it’s also my first photo project about horses. It all started a few years ago when I was still scared of this animal. Curious, but not really at ease with it. On a usual morning of January, I decided to go photograph them. I met three very young foals, no more than three weeks old, and their mothers. I spent a couple of hours watching them from distance and finally tried approaching. Bit by bit, standing on my knees, I kind of initiated a visual contact with one of the foal. And after long minutes of mutual taming, I found my self able to touch the foal. At this special moment, my new little friend decided to lay down and fall asleep on my feet… This remain one of my best memory in life and that is how and when my love for horses really started.