Why you do not have any talent

Talent is a myth. Talent is an excuse. Talent is a curse.

To my opinion, reaching success is like getting a six on a dice. A very few people will throw one dice once and succeed. When most of the people will throw a few dices and fail. Then quit, believing they do not have any talent. 


What a fate. Talent is a lie. 

Most of the successful people throw as many dice as they can, until they finally succeed. 

Their experience, awareness and revenues give them now the opportunity to throw more dice per play.  

In comparison unsuccessfull people have the feeling to have no talent. 


But I have to admit that it is true: we are not born equal. Some people have the chance to throw 3 dices on the very first time when people will need to throw 3 times a dice to get as many chance.

Success ask work, perseverance and a pinch of luck. 

Luckily, I don’t have any talent. Instead I’m curious, patient and obstinate.

We should have no resilience for failure. Going back to our feet and throw the dice one more time. 

And over again.  

This is what I’m repeating to myself when I don’t reach the goals I have settle to myself.  

Maybe I should sometimes be satisfied with a 4 or a 5. But for now, I can’t.  


And you, what do you do to motivate yourself when you did not succeed? Let’s start a conversation in the comments below ;-). 

This terrible secret drove me to photography

Nope I didn’t woke up once with the idea of becoming a photographer. Nope I never thought it would be my way of life. I never followed a photography class. Coming to photography was a long and complex process far away from an hangover revelation. 


I have to confess something. I’m a geek... Back to 2007, my geekiness was at his apogee. Imagine dude I was a miniatures painter! 

At that time sending pictures of your miniatures on the Internet was the best way to share your passion with real people. There was a big website called “CoolMiniOrNot” where people could rate your work. For me getting a 8 note on coolmini was more important than getting laid. So quickly I needed to improve my painting skills but also... my photography skills! That’s how I heard for the first time about aperture, shutter speed and ISO

A few years later, I graduate from master in Digital Marketing. Starting to work and living in my parents house, made me feel like living like a king. Every month I was spending a serious part of my salary in the electronics goods store nearby. 

Quentin DM canon 450D

The month before getting my own appartement I decided to spend one last bunch of money there. So I went to the last department that I did not visited yet: cameras! So I went out of the store with a brand new Canon 450D.  

This is how I started photography! 

I was like a fish in water. There was so many common points with painting: light, color, composition, storytelling,... but instead of spending 20 hours on a subject I could get something finished within 2 hours.  

I also have to admit that photographer sounds more sexy than miniatures painter ;-).  

My first Live Photos !

As I'm doing some cleaning in my hard drives, I found back my first live pictures. It was Now, Voyager at Magasin 4, Brussels in February 2011. Miss you guys!

I was using a Canon 450D with 80mm f2 at that time.

L'histoire de "Little Louis"

Hommage à mon grand-père "Louis". 

Papylou avait toujours une histoire à raconter. Et quand il n’y avait rien de neuf, il racontait pour la 200eme fois une vieille histoire. Nous, pour lui faire plaisir, on l’écoutait comme si c’était la première fois que l’on l’entendait. 

Quoi de plus normal pour moi aujourd'hui, pour lui rendre hommage que de vous raconter une histoire. 

A 17 ans, je suis parti travailler comme étudiant à Birmingham en Angleterre. Une après midi, on m’appelle « Quentin, un homme est venu te chercher, il veut te voir, tu le connais ? ». Évidemment que non, j’étais au milieu d’une ville peuplée d’inconnus... c’était le fils de John, un soldat qui avait été hébergé par la famille de papylou pendant la deuxième guerre mondiale. Il m’expliquait que son père tenait à m’accueillir chez lui pour me rencontrer. 

Quelques jours plus tard, je me retrouvais dans une minuscule maison ouvrière face à une armée de petits sandwiches typiquement anglais, une tasse de thé et un vieux monsieur avec un accent à couper au couteau. Je me demandais un peu ce que je faisais là au milieu de cet environnement complètement inconnu. 

Et puis soudain, John me tendit des photos. Cette fois, de quelqu’un que je connaissais bien. Il voulait me partager ses souvenirs avec le « Little Louis ». 

Ce moment surprenant et surréaliste m’a bien appris une chose. On peut rester simple, modeste et discret comme pouvait l’être Papylou mais tout de même marquer profondément les gens qui nous entourent. 

« Il n’y a pas ça à Bruxelles », aimait il me rappeler. Aujourd’hui j’ai compris que ce qu’il voulait me dire, c’est que peu importe où l’on vit et ce que l’on possède, le bonheur réside dans les choses simples. 

Et cela, je ne l'oublierai jamais.