In November, I needed a breath from my daily city life, and what could be better for this than leaving to an island? I heard about Kihnu when first arrived in Estonia, some French TV channels already made documentaries about the life on this small island, but yet, it felt that journalists just went there to grab images and left without getting really immersed in the atmosphere that lingers this place, willing to describe an all black or white picture of it without seeing all the shades that make this island so special.
When I arrived on the island, Veronika, the woman from my host farm (called Pärnamõisa) picked me up in her old Volkswagen, keeping a giant smile and I tried as much as I could to use my yet not so good Estonian skills including some Kihnu words previously learned on the Visit Kihnu website. She was wearing her traditional Kihnu striped red skirt called "kört" as well as the majority of women on the island on a daily-basis. Meeting her for the first time and seeing her sparkling beautiful light eyes made me realise that I definitely wanted to make portraits of Kihnu faces. I introduced her my project and she was already actively calling all her friends and relatives on the island, explaining that a French photographer would love to make portraits of some Kihnu women. And beyond all expectations, I had the chance to meet many different people, going from farm to farm, meeting young and older souls, from the school teacher to one of the most productive handicraft maker, having the chance to take part in a birthday party and later to enjoy the Kadripäev festivities within the community.