They say practice makes perfect.
But becoming better, sure… at what?
Choose a profession? Why should we choose when there are so many pleasures to explore?
The Early Forge
I forged in the shadows, without a degree of excellence, without a label, without a spotlight.
Just projects. Many projects. By the dozens.
Projects as a child, as a teenager, as an adult.
Ideas that I held onto to the bone.
Tools that I created because they didn’t exist.
Structures that I built, driven by my own vision.
I didn’t dream of being an astronaut.
I dreamed of creating, entrepreneurship, engaging where I felt alive.
Very early on, influenced by an entrepreneurial father, immersed in words you don’t hear in playgrounds: trade register, turnover, employees, clients.
At fourteen, I was buying, importing, negotiating, reselling.
Mechanical parts, computer equipment, and a bunch of things I’ll keep quiet about here.
A hobby, but already a learning ground.
Between Art and Technique: Voice, Image, Matter
Then I sang. Composed. Performed.
On the trumpet, the piano, then surrounded by my musicians.
Lyrical to carry my voice and find my way, rock to embrace my rebellion, swing to breathe differently, crooners to live an era I didn’t know.
I didn’t attend the conservatory, even though I took a few classes there.
But I devoted hundreds of hours to studying singing, learning, shaping my voice, guided by several teachers who marked my journey.
I practiced my scales, my nights, my pieces.
I learned music theory as a self-taught person, visualizing sounds.
And then, there was sound engineering.
I learned through immersion, in a home studio filled with digital and analog machines.
And later, during my engineering studies in signal processing, I understood what I had already sensed:
I calculated vibrations. I calculated music.
Meanwhile, I was coding.
Scripts, applications, makeshift systems.
I spent my nights on Linux, in the 90s, running servers in a corner of a hallway, which heated more than an old stove and purred like engines on their last legs.
Then photography entered the scene.
I honed my eye, studied light, explored textures, composed images.
Learned to see before capturing.
Later, modeling changed my perspective: placing myself in front of the lens, understanding what a movement, a posture, a presence projects.
Understanding also what I was conveying, despite myself.
From this exploration, hundreds of photographs were born.
An unpublished work is in preparation.
More to come.
Forging Collective Intelligence
I studied business systems, analyzed needs, defined requirements.
Over time, I built expert communities, conducted strategic analyses, and eventually did it as second nature, like an instinct turned habit.
Creating bridges between knowledge, bringing out collective solutions: this is how I discovered that leadership is not a role you take, but a presence you build.
I learned to gather, to unite, to inspire not through the force of instructions, but through my actions.
Facilitate, animate, connect: so many projects, occasions, events.
Not by imposing, but by tracing a readable direction. A vision.
A quiet leadership.
Through presence.
Through coherence.
Through commitment.
My Forge
And one day, all of this began to form a structure.
Not a linear path. My forge.
The forge of what I have become:
A transversal mind.
A polymorphic craftsman.
An intuitive strategist.
Each brand I’ve created, each tool I’ve designed, each ecosystem I keep standing today is not a facade.
It’s an imprint of this forge.
The fruit of an immeasurable number of hours and nights spent thinking, testing, failing, persevering, learning.
All my activities, all my projects, are the visible forms of what has been forged within me.
Not to be shown.
But because deep down, something in me believed in them and wanted to bring them to life.
Competence is not acquired in a day.
It is forged over time, in the patient memory of repeated gestures.
Becoming a blacksmith, for me, is not about choosing a single path and giving up others.
It’s about accepting to cultivate all my passions, all these sparks, without ever opposing them.
It’s about forging, again and again, in all the directions where the fire calls me.
— Breaches Structures
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