And he is a walking testament to his methods, having navigated a long list of personal challenges – from Lyme disease and chronic fatigue to hyperactivity and mental health issues. His techniques have even been used within his own family, including during his sister’s experience with cancer. And it’s not just people he sees – he started his career working with horses and polo ponies, and his practice welcomes dogs, too. His Bengal cats take his 01 supplement every day (a pet supplement is due to land in late 2026/2027).
His methods clearly pay off, for he has enormous amounts of energy, being able to work long hours seven days a week in his Knightsbridge practice, when he’s not visiting his research and development lab in France, or travelling all over the world to see clients. No wonder he is in such high demand for his super-targeted healing sessions, in which he delivers remarkable results.
My visit started simply enough: I held a series of postures while he examined my jaw, the base of my skull, my shoulders and spine. I then hummed and clicked my tongue, as he instructed, before lying down on his treatment table.
Time stopped, or rather, swept me up in it. Repeating Frédéric’s powerful affirmations, I felt as if were entering a portal to another world while he applied drops of his Liquid Intelligence potion on my tongue. The liquid itself tasted like a cocktail devised by Dumbledore, but what I actually ‘tasted’ was a wonderful inner stillness as my nervous system slipped into ‘rest and digest’ mode, allowing me to glimpse the possibility of an inner fulfilment that is not conditional on outside circumstances. An hour flew by.
It’s one of the most efficient ways to feel reset, leaving my mind feeling completely cleansed – partly from the barely perceptible strokes along my face, gently working on my lymphatic system, and partly from Frédéric’s soothing meditations. But it’s the perspective you gain later that really counts. (And the speed at which he can de-puff your face and body to an extraordinary degree will make you believe in magic.)
‘Where did I just go?’ I asked afterwards, dazed. He explained: ‘I’m bringing you to a place where you can connect with consciousness – or whatever you want to call it: Chi, Prana, God, the universe, or the breath of life, as we call it in osteopathy.’ Whatever you subscribe to, it was quite the trip… and so, as I left, I nearly got run over on Pont Street on my way to the rooftop of The Emory hotel for drinks. For the whole night, I was catatonic (in a good way), grazing on platters of radis au beurre and gazing at the Peter Pan skyline of London. But the following day, I soon understood what Frédéric had warned me about: you may well feel worse before you feel better. I did not expect tears to flow so freely – it felt like a bad comedown (how I imagine someone would feel after 72 hours in Berghain).