Introducing the majestic Matterhorn. My favorite mountain, the one that has inspired me for so many years. The Matterhorn stands on the border between Switzerland and Italy. On one side is Zermatt, on the other the Aosta Valley. Between them, the Saint-Théodule pass. But above them, the summit reigns, solitary, perfect, indisputable. Light against shadow. Mineral yin and yang. Its dreaded, austere north face is bathed in a raw, almost celestial light. It traces a line of clarity along the Hörnli ridge.

The north face seen here is one of the most mythical in the Alps. Along with the Eiger and Grandes Jorasses, it forms the trio of great north faces. Its shadow is massive, but today the light is redrawing it. It reveals the Hörnli ridge - the one that led Edward Whymper to the summit the mountain on July 14, 1865. He was the first man to conquer the Matterhorn. This ascent has gone down in history. Four members of the roped party fell to their deaths at the start of the descent. Since that day, the Matterhorn has embodied both victory and loss, achievement and price.

In this photograph, I wanted to capture the tension between light and shadow. Between raw power and elegant lines. The Matterhorn is the emblem of Switzerland. A presence that imposes silence and admiration.