First time I heard about Roxanne, was a few years ago, from my friend Jérémy Barniaud who had just shot her. From then on, I kept an eye on her profile.
Few months ago, we set up a date for a shooting. Which we kept postponing again and again, waiting for one of those rare sunny days, in the middle of this shitty parisien winter.
Day which eventually came. For the occasion I bought new bed sheets, and she arrived at my place with some lingerie, bodies, and other out-of-bed outfits. Finally, and despite my cat trying to disturb us, we got to shoot it