We live between walls, but they inhabit us back; they contribute to building our identity. Moving indeed unsettles a whole way of life.

After twenty years in the same apartment, moving to my new living place made me question the relationship between man and his closest environment: his home.

I photographed this interaction through self-portraits in which the body plays with the flat’s lights and lines. The inhabitant then seems to be looking for her place and seeking a lost stability. She’s shy at first, not master of the house yet. The body twists or aligns itself to extend the surrounding shapes. The triangular shape consequently follows this progression: first tight and unbalanced, the triangles stabilize themselves to become steady and regular, as the character domesticates the place.

I became interested in this issue by looking at my previous photographic works. I grew up in an old apartment—between retro wooden floors, moldings and tapestries—and later developed a rather melancholic and romantic photographic style. Was it in harmony (or even a result?) of my childhood space’s mood?

Thus, I’ve always wondered to which extent this environment had influenced my creations as well as my imagination. Had I grown up in a contemporary designed house, would I have produced the same pictures?

—Julie de Waroquier