Mirror, Mirror
Lotto Arena, Anvers — Septembre 2022
September 2022. Antwerp. My first time ever in a boxer's locker room.
I didn't know then that this night would change everything — that it would be the beginning of a decade-long obsession with the noble art, with these men who prepare to fight in silence, alone with themselves before the storm.
This is Hadi Melloul. He doesn't know I'm watching. He's looking at himself in the mirror, and I'm looking at both of him — the one standing, and the one already in memory. Two moments of the same truth, layered into one frame. The locker room tiles. The hand dryers. The concentrated stillness of a body about to become a weapon.
Remembering is not a technique. It's what happens when you close your eyes and try to go back.
This image was the first. This is where it all began.