Since I am 12 years old, I write in notebooks, agendas, often random stuff  which no one would be interested in, details such as “today I went to school, Franck Sadran looked at me, I blushed. Or, Masri the college most hairy guy had shaved today and someone wrote HE DIT IT !!! everywhere on the walls.” But anyway, I was doing a little tidying up at home, trying to get rid of useless things when I came across a bunch of those notebooks, all filled with fashion pictures, advertisements, rave-party flyers fractal-style, girlfriends souvenirs… I was also sticking in the book drawings in photocopy, those were stickers I was going to put up in the street after midnight when my parents were sleeping, I was creeping in front of their bedroom walls with my glue in a green peas jar, a brush, all this in a basket…

Those pics from notebooks 1995