I borrowed the huge keys and I got in, well, through the window. Twenty metres from the water of Boka Bay, a tailor’s house is sleeping, surrounded by tall stone walls and full of WWII tailoring magazines.
Sitting in his busy atelier with a hole on his hand and a few color stains. Stefan Todorović it is.
Rolling ideas under the Synchro Building.
It was a screen printing day full of colors. With my friend Tolja of course.
I hate any and all technical imperfections, either planned or unexpected ones. However, sometimes it does leak a little light into lowlight.
It’s shinning after the rain. Being between cold rocks and warm sun rays. A short journey, full of piece.
A stream of water and light, in lowlight.
Until it leaves…
Old teachings sleeping in decay. Sometimes the light visits.
Occupied, abandoned, restored, opened. So I dive into the Bunk’Art, and a lot of film rolls.