Winter adorns the Matterhorn in a sparkling cloak, giving this iconic summit the Swiss Alps an almost unreal dimension. In this black-and-white work, I wanted to capture the full splendor of the mountain, as blistering winds sweep across its summit, throwing the snow into an ephemeral ballet. The light, still soft at this time of year, caresses the rock faces, revealing the finesse of each asperity. Under the effect of the cold, the rock seems polished like ancient marble, while the strata of ice give the whole an almost surreal texture.

The eye is immediately drawn to the upper part of the Matterhorn, where gusts of wind raise incessant whirlwinds of snow. Like a diaphanous veil dissipating in the air, white smoke seems to emanate from the summit. It's the characteristic sign of a violent wind blowing at altitude, creating a veritable snow flag. The wintry atmosphere thickens and, despite the power of the moment, a certain silence envelops the scene. In this thick white veil, there is a poetry of the ephemeral: for a second, the mountain is revealed in its untouched majesty, before disappearing again into the torments of the blizzard.

Further down, the Matterhorn's vertical flanks are carpeted with fresh snow. In places, the rock outcrops in gradations of grey and black, evoking its mineral nature. The contrasts, enhanced by black and white, create an atmosphere that is both strong and delicate. We sense the ruggedness of the ridges, those steep, sharp drops that have forged the reputation of a summit as mythical as it is fearsome. At the same time, the winter light diffuses a singular gentleness, creating an encounter between strength and subtlety, power and appeasement.

At the foot of the summit, the folds of agglomerated snow can be seen, forming a base of ice and powder. The contrast between these white layers and the dark face of the Matterhorn underlines the impressive verticality of this Alpine giant. Fractures and crevasses emerge, silent marks of the perpetual movement of glaciers. In this play of light and shadow, every detail seems to tell the long story that links snow to rock, winter to summer, erosion to the birth of glaciers.

I love these moments when the mountain, caught in the grip of the storm, reveals itself with a particular intensity. The biting cold, the hushed silence, the crystalline air laden with fine flakes... all these elements remind us of the humility we must show in the face of nature. At the summit, the winds redouble their force, whipping the snow and heckling the ridges. Here, below, we can still feel the power of these gusts, but the Matterhorn remains impassive, indifferent to the tumult around it. It stands proud and immovable, the silent totem of the Alps.

With this photograph, I wanted to pay tribute to the quiet strength that characterizes the Matterhorn. The snow squalls, the soft winter light and the fascinating verticality of its flanks form a poignant, almost mystical whole. When you stop to contemplate each shade of grey and the harmonious movement of the powder escaping from the summit, you gain an intimate vision of the mountain that goes beyond postcards. A suspended moment, like a secret conversation between rock and sky, between man and silence, where everyone comes face to face with the raw, transcendent beauty of Alpine winter.