I love stories, especially in images. This is why I actually travel to find them. This story found me when I was getting lost while hiking in the mountains close by Corté in Corsica. And also this story starts with a woman, a man and an apple. I love picking fruits from trees and when I saw this apple tree behind a huge fence, I had to steal one. It was Emile´s garden. And with him showing up, I had this question: Why is this man, with all these incredible tattoos in the depth of mountains of Corsica? It reminded me of so many hipsters with french quotes in handwriting on arms, chests and backs. But this was different. These quotes were created by himself, not to be poetic, but to remind him, who he was. Now, he grew old and the story of his life is visible. I am very happy, I met this treasure, that never got photographed before and that was kind of to shy to tell his story, but not too shy to strip for my camera. Before we said goodby, he gave me a peach and some juice, I guess he thought I was hungry stealing this apple… but I was just hungry for another Eve-with-apple-story.