I'm 27, live in a room with purple and green walls with psychedelic fantasy, I have a boundless love for meringues and marshmallows (despite my degree in nutrition), are color blind and I collect old tins used. Kapyn is only my alter ego, or rather, one of many. It is indeed a good description. As a child, while all the girls played with dolls, I would spend my days turning my room into a dark room pretending, with wires going from wall to wall and pieces of paper on which I attacked with pegs stolen his mother, making photos were fake. And at Christmas I asked a Polaroid instead of Nouvelle Cuisine. Then I grew up, and photography led me without giving particularly bothersome (to me, but above all the others) up to 18 years, when I finally realized that maybe I could go beyond the banal photographs taken on trips or at sunset with boyfriend. But despite that, I enrolled in Biology. Initially I had no great means, and to be a hobby rather than a compact car could go well ... but not enough for me, and then I started to fotoritoccare all photos to create what I wanted to come out directly from my machine, from colors. Here, the colors have always been an obsession, even though my color blindness leads me often to see the world in a very personal way (always hear "why the sky is purple in your photos" is really frustrating!). Now I play to make a freelance photographer, but never take myself too seriously. Favorite photographer? (since there are thousands, Doisneau from my friend that clicks into analog), I soffermerei more about my painter, Monet. But do not ask me what colors I see in his beautiful water lilies, thanks.