I was born with a passion for cars. Before I moved to the States from the UK, the only thing I knew about America were action TV shows like the “A-Team.” I thought there were going to be car chases every ten minutes. While that quickly failed to materialize, my love for cars persisted.

With most of my family still residing in the UK, I would travel back frequently and go to the F1 and DTM races with my dad and uncles – that’s where my photography bug began. I would “borrow” my dad’s Minolta 7000i and capture everything, working hard for angles and positions that were not so obvious. I sometimes snuck into areas I wasn’t supposed to be in, but it was easy for a ten-year-old kid to blend in. At one point, my poor mum and dad were buying and developing ten rolls at a time until a local Agfa Film dealer took pity and gave me a film sponsorship. I didn’t know that my love for cars and photography could one day develop into my dream career.

I built houses for five years after High School and spent another two years driving a delivery truck in New York City, which was honestly kind of fun. I learned a lot about precision driving, toting such a big truck through the narrow city streets. During this time, I was saving for my first DSLR camera, so I had my eye on the prize. Soon after getting it, I quit to focus on photography full time. Luckily one of my best friends, Brian Scotto, was beginning his career as a journalist. From then on, we became a duo, and we still work together to this day.

I remember my first paid job as a photographer was for $200 and it was one of the most thrilling things I had ever experienced. The last 20 years have been a crazy ride since.

This series captures something quintessentially American: our love affair with the open road.

Growing up in Paris, France, I couldn’t quite grasp the allure of setting out on a journey with no destination in mind. The idea of hopping into a car and driving seemingly aimlessly seemed foreign, almost wasteful. In a small country where every inch has been inhabited and molded by humans for millennia, there’s no true big open space. You’re never far from anything.

But then, I crossed the Atlantic and found myself in the land of endless highways and boundless horizons. Living in the US, I came to realize that the impulse to roam is woven into the very fabric of American identity.

It’s a sentiment that echoes through the ages, from the nomadic tribes who first covered this vast land to the pioneers who carved their path westward, chasing dreams of a better life. “Go West, young man” is a mantra. “On the road” by Kerouac, a bible.

I now understand the pull of the magnetic pull of the open road. Freedom and adventure are too often sorely missing from our lives, but not when you are on the road. There’s something intoxicating about letting the journey itself be the destination.

These photographs serve as a siren call to the wanderer within us. They invite us to leave behind everyday life and follow the endless possibilities that await on the open road.