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. …

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

Where are you from? It’s the question I get asked most—and I never tire of it. I was born in the South of France, in a small village called Saint-Raphaël, nestled between Cannes and …

Most portraits today are designed to document a moment. But in our quest for perfect smiles, we risk losing something deeper: presence, essence, and the quiet beauty of being seen. This is a reflection …

Her gaze stopped me—timeless, unapologetic, and full of presence, as if her soul was speaking across past, present, and future…