The Matterhorn, seen from the Gornergrat, rises with elegance and clarity. On this autumn morning, the light was soft, almost white. The mountain seemed to float, detached from the world, bathed in an almost unreal calm. In this image, everything is soothed: the hues, the light mist, the majestic presence of the summit.

The Matterhorn is, without a doubt, my favorite mountain. It's the one I come back to photograph again and again, without ever tiring of it. Each time, it offers a new face. Sometimes wild, sometimes elusive, sometimes simple and serene - as here.

I was lucky enough to climb the Matterhorn with my friend Vivian Bruchez. An unforgettable experience. Up there, I felt what only mountaineering can offer: the fragility of the moment, the strength of the place, and that kind of raw truth that only the mountains reveal.

In this photograph, I hope to convey that peace to you. The Matterhorn is not here in the dramatic light of a storm or the tension of the wind. It is calm, composed, almost tender. It silently watches over the valleys, bathed in the pale autumn light. A simple, unadorned work, in which the mountain speaks for itself.