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The first photographic memory – my grandparents’ place, me aged 5 or 6 sitting in their bathroom.
It is dark, the olive light is on.
My father is slowly taking the film out of the camera, contemplating it for a while and putting it into strangely smelling mixtures.
His face is showing no mercy to my impatience.
When I am finally allowed to touch the rough edges of the film, I am starting to understand the importance of the moment.
Every step is granting permanence, telling the image it may stay. Light will no longer harm it.
Time has loosened its grip. Memory has been anchored.
When I grew up, I started consciously documenting the world around me, and have been doing that ever since.
The people I meet, the places I pass through, the fleeting moments that often go unnoticed.
Music events, artists, passers-by, party goers, dancefloors, festivals, murals, graffiti.
Precious instances of joy, extasy, adrenaline, human touch, talent, energy, and rush.
The beat of a laser night when a DJ freezes time and sharpens the air with their touch.
The beat of a city inhaling neons, sweat, and steam.
The beat reflected in window displays, wet asphalt, tired eyes, and burning hearts.
Observing. Collecting moments. Translating experience into images.
The way I see reality through my lenses is unique, yet shaped by a deep connection to what is authentic.
A balance between intuition and observation. Between what is there and what is felt.
This space is to share my work, my vision, and an ongoing exploration of photography.
Welcome and make yourself at home.
