LATITUDE ZERO BOOK
In 1999, after completing an intensive six-week filmmaking course at NYU, I felt an urgent need to slow down and reevaluate my frenetic life. My final short film, NO Beginning NO End, a poetic journey around Manhattan rich in circular imagery, sparked a profound shift within me. Weary of editorial dictates, I rediscovered my lyrical self - the passion that first led me to pick up a camera and witness LIFE in its raw form. With an eclectic mix of analog cameras, I embarked on an epic circular journey to create a living map of the world at the dawn of the third millennium. All I needed was a soul-slaking red 'thread.'
My gaze soon fixed on the equator - the effortless red line stitching together geopolitical hotbeds like Colombia, Indonesia, Somalia, and the DRC, places steeped in history. My explorer-documentary instincts took over. I packed up my Parisian studio, sent everything back to my parents' farm, and flew to Brazil with nothing but two bricks of Tri-X film, empty journals, and a stack of topographical maps—ready for a life without keys. If the world was my oyster, the equator became my pearl.
Latitude Zero became a poetic visual rhapsody dedicated to the equatorial people who graciously shared their homes, hearths, and humor, emboldening my westward journey around the equator, starting in Macapa, Brazil in 2000 and ending in São Tomé in 2003. Chasing sunsets and living wholly in the present, I freelanced for various editorial publications to sustain the trip while staying within my 1° North – 1° South bandwidth. This 2-degree zone became my sacred space to document the people and landscapes of the equator at the turn of the millennium. I knew neither the landscape, the people, nor I would remain the same.
After five years and several maquettes, I abandoned all previous versions and crafted a handmade tome from my entire contact sheet archive - over 350 rolls of film. Cutting and pasting every resonating xerox image into a double flip book, I emphasized the idea of endless circumnavigation: a journey with no end or beginning.
Publisher Maarten Schilt and designer Teun van der Heijden in Amsterdam embraced the concept. Their collaboration refined the design, integrating fragments from my journals and shaping the book’s rhythm. A serendipitous encounter with novelist and explorer Paul Theroux on the Ecuador–Colombia border in 2001 led to his forewords gracing both sides of the finished volume. The first 100 copies are a limited edition - each including a signed print and book, both numbered and housed in a sleek slipcase. The regular edition preserves the unique double flip book format. Please CONTACT me if you’re interested.
By June 2010, the book finally hit the shelves, the same month my son, Konrad Jean-Sebastien Troupin, was born in Thailand. Motherhood in Bangkok, coupled with the cities notorious traffic jams while seeking exhibition and lecture venues across Asia, consumed me. Three years later, we moved to Kinshasa, where my Belgian agronomist husband completed his remarkable 40-year career - at the very bend in the Congo River where we first met during my equatorial journey.
That same year, I was honored to speak at
TEDx (theme: EXPLORE) as well as at the Royal Geographic Society in Hong Kong, Explorers Club in NYC, Mountain Film Festival in Telluride among other
lectures, exhibits and press before and after this pivotal year.






