It was one early morning on the fleamarket, and there we met. She was sleeping there in a pile of dead cameras and she looked at me, my communist diva!
Fancy t-shirt and balancing like a boss. A returning customer, as you see.
Carnival in Tuzi. Corona virus, neanderthals, angels, monsters, bedroom on wheels, indians, and a lot of CRI-zero sodium-vapor streetlights. Hold my beer.
Cold and hot, windy and calm, sun and clouds. Lots of humans climbing up to touch the spring. Views, and a strong draft.
Sitting in his busy atelier with a hole on his hand and a few color stains. Stefan Todorović it is.
Compressed in a very tight can, the dog was happy and the gasket fell from the door… so we parted on our journey.
Rolling ideas under the Synchro Building.
It was a screen printing day full of colors. With my friend Tolja of course.
They used to play on the abandoned concrete.
Speed and light in lowlight. The impossible Sony A7S.