and the weather outside went from sunny to raining to sunny to hailing to sunny again. in other words - spring.
5 May 2013
marc brady
yesterday's shoot with marc went well after all. but it started with me burning the fuses, capture one freezing every 2 minutes and a general mess.
and the weather outside went from sunny to raining to sunny to hailing to sunny again. in other words - spring.
and the weather outside went from sunny to raining to sunny to hailing to sunny again. in other words - spring.
29 April 2013
28 April 2013
work work work
looks like i haven't shot anything for ages. well, apart from shooting everyday at work. to pay my rent. etc.
so here it is. it also requires using a camera, at least..
meet andrea.
so here it is. it also requires using a camera, at least..
meet andrea.
2 March 2013
6 November 2012
from the series: the goose bumps. the fallen man
sometimes one image is like a condensed 1000 page novel. cliche, i know, but just look at this one:
joel meyerowitz 'the fallen man'
25 October 2012
4 October 2012
expired homes
my mind is (over)occupied with houses these days.
everyone who lives in london knows that looking for a flat is a nightmare you wouldn't want your biggest enemies to have.
it's a wild wild west, with evil lettings agents with guns and shoe boxes dressed up as flats.
if i loose and evil agents win - there's even no option for squatting anymore. in the crisis time, with more and more young people without work, the genius government decides to make squatting illegal, yeah, let's have even more empty properties and homeless people.
this is a project i did long time ago and to look through it is a nice distraction from my tired-of-agents-and-guns brains.
it's called expired homes and deals with an idea of home, of what makes building a home.
taking those photos i was looking closely at the phenomenon of squatting, not in sociological, nor political way, but in the means of a personal experience and an in-depth examination of emotions connected with it.
i was (still am) asking question about photography as a carrier of memories, an indefatigable carrier of parts of ourselves, of our worlds which do not exist any more.
everyone who lives in london knows that looking for a flat is a nightmare you wouldn't want your biggest enemies to have.
it's a wild wild west, with evil lettings agents with guns and shoe boxes dressed up as flats.
if i loose and evil agents win - there's even no option for squatting anymore. in the crisis time, with more and more young people without work, the genius government decides to make squatting illegal, yeah, let's have even more empty properties and homeless people.
this is a project i did long time ago and to look through it is a nice distraction from my tired-of-agents-and-guns brains.
it's called expired homes and deals with an idea of home, of what makes building a home.
taking those photos i was looking closely at the phenomenon of squatting, not in sociological, nor political way, but in the means of a personal experience and an in-depth examination of emotions connected with it.
i was (still am) asking question about photography as a carrier of memories, an indefatigable carrier of parts of ourselves, of our worlds which do not exist any more.
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