Born under the sun of Sénégal, Paris is where my ghosts learned to speak. Night owl with a camera in my hand, and my heart on my sleeve; I document my chaotic, beautiful life through my lens and raw, no-bullshit blog posts. I thrive on solitude, yet somehow attract madness. People come and go like weather, and I never bother checking the forecast.
About Me
Alright… You’re here, so let’s get into it. No filters, no fluff.
This blog is a front-row ticket to my life; a mash-up of everything I love, everything I question, and all the things I’m still trying to make sense of. Call it therapy maybe, or just the ramblings of a guy who’s been around, done a few things, got himself in trouble way too often because of his reckless behavior, his sarcasm and his dark humor… and yet still doing the same shit.