Born into a family of babacools in 1975, I grew up (not very much: 153.5cm) in Toulouse. Twice French acrobatic rock champion when I was a teenager, I had set my sights on becoming a dentist. But that meant long and arduous studies. So, instead, I chose to exploit my natural talents, which I assume are hereditary. Practice makes perfect, so once I'd got rid of my A-levels, I studied applied arts, then fashion at Studio Berçot in Paris. Of course, I went on to become a graphic designer for advertising. Then nature took over again: I draw, while living peacefully aboard a boat on the Canal du Midi, surrounded by babacools.