To be alone without loving myself leads me to self-destruction.
To be with someone without loving myself drives me to dependence.
To be alone facing my goal has led me to become Emmanuelle.
The camera screwed into legs took human form. I left it to observe me as I would have liked a man to see me, beyond outside appearances.
This honesty, expressed in images, gentle and violent without any notion of space or time gave birth to the first feeling of love for my existence.
To love myself before loving, helped me understand the sacred meaning of Love.