A forgotten soul wandering between shadow and grace, holding onto the hope that someday, far down the path, she will find the way back home.
If anyone had told me three years ago that I would become a model, I never would have believed them. It is the dream of so many young women, so why me rather than someone else? Even today, I still can't give a clear answer to that question...
It all started in February 2024. My lack of self-confidence was at an all-time high, and it was time for me to do something about it. On the advice of a psychologist, I began looking for a way to channel my struggles. I needed an outlet. Despite my dislike for social media, I decided to create an Instagram account—it felt like the right move. A space of my own where I could express myself and share my feelings publicly. For the first few months, engagement was fairly low, which was completely fine since I was posting for myself rather than seeking validation. Then in June, literally overnight, I woke up to find my account had jumped from 400 to 900 followers. I never understood how such a sudden surge was possible, but it gave me a strong sense of satisfaction. Less than a year later, I hit the 16,000-follower mark. Originally, simply posting on Instagram was more than enough to boost my confidence, but that visibility multiplied it tenfold.
Paris taught me restraint. Working with independent designers, stylists and photographers across the city, I learned that a garment behaves differently when the body inside it is still — that a lowered chin can carry more tension than a whole set of props. My editorial work grew out of that patience: long sessions, few frames, every silhouette earned rather than posed. I had several opportunities to do product placements, ranging from gothic clothing brands to luxury jewelry labels. I was also contacted by a number of photographers, which led me to model for them. That same month, an independent modeling agency reached out to me and quickly signed me. That was the start of my career as a photo model. A first shoot, then a second, and so on. It lasted about six months, but I unfortunately had to leave the agency due to personal issues that were very draining and made it impossible to work at the same time.
From the ashes of old silhouettes, something quieter and more honest is taking shape. I am learning to let the past settle, to welcome new light, and to meet the lens as someone still becoming rather than already defined. In July 2026, I cut ties with my past and everything holding me back, deciding to pick up my modeling career once again. I feel like I belong here again and am very happy with my progress in the industry. I am proud of taking the leap to create and launch my website. I had wanted to do it for a long time without ever taking the plunge, wondering who could possibly be interested in “Alice’s life.” But whether people care or not doesn’t matter to me anymore. I now have a space of my own, my very own blog, and it gives me a true sense of belonging. That is all that counts! I still hope my journey and my story resonate with a few of you—it would mean the world to me!
I prepare references, respect call times, and arrive with skin, hair and nails camera-ready. I direct my own body — you get variations without having to ask twice. I travel from Paris across France and abroad for paid assignments: editorial, lookbooks, campaigns, portrait, lingerie, boudoir and fine-art nude, always under a clear written agreement on usage.