A personal reflection on fatherhood, growth, and the bond between a father and his children. Jérôme Scullino writes on memory, presence, and becoming more ourselves.

A portrait of my wife on the wall of our workshop. A handwritten sign beneath it. The story of how it got there, and what it taught me.

Last week in Miami, Nisha couldn’t find anything to wear. We had been invited to a few events. Nothing unusual. But something shifted. Piece after piece, nothing felt right. Not because the clothes were …

An adult daughter held gently in the quiet orbit of her parents’ love. When I became a parent, I realized how little I knew. There is no real preparation for it. You begin with …

A portrait created in stillness, without performance or correction. I once photographed a young girl. She was beautiful, but she didn’t believe it. You could feel it in the way she held herself, slightly …

Francine came to the studio without a plan. No reference images, no expectations, no idea of what we would create together. At 50, she wanted a nice picture of herself. That desire is honest. …

If you have ever looked at a photo of yourself and thought, “I do not like how I look,” you are far from alone. For over three decades, I have heard this from countless …

If you are like most women, you probably do not enjoy being photographed. You want to look like yourself, yet every time a camera appears, something feels off. The angle feels wrong. Your expression …

Art, self-confidence, and the creative struggle — a personal story of doubt, gratitude, and how beauty can heal the small sufferings of everyday life.

When I first came to Ottawa, I was newly married. Nisha and I had just graduated from Trent University—she from Toronto, and I from France. Wanting to stay close to both Quebec and Montreal, …