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Safe Living (?)
I took this photograph sitting at a café table in Brussels, camera inconspicuously in hand, not to catch a moment of drama but to freeze the dissonance that unfolded naturally. A plate of food cooling in the foreground, a couple mid-conversation, and beyond the empty chairs—military trucks parked tightly against the glass façade of a commercial complex. No one paid them much attention. This image isn’t about extremes. It’s about the almost absurd coexistence of casual living and implied threat. It’s a subtle juxtaposition—the idle comfort of café life shadowed by the presence of camouflaged machinery. Compositionally, I used the umbrellas and columns to frame the shot and push the…
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Batklubben
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Ultras
I took this shot in Pescara during a night of celebration and mayhem—where passion collided with authority, and the air thickened with smoke, sweat, and sound. It wasn’t violence, not quite. It was euphoria channelling itself into a public rite, where boundaries between fanfare and disorder blurred in real time. From a photographic standpoint, the scene presented a compositional chaos that demanded structure. I used the police car as an anchor. It sits dead centre, unintentionally symbolic, both literally and metaphorically surrounded. The crowd’s energy surges outward from it, flags, limbs, phones, chants—all reaching towards the bus in the background that carries the real object of devotion: the team. Technically,…
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Silent Reader
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The Ubiquitous Mobile
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Vasa’s Ghost
Photographing in museums is always a challenge — a careful dance between respecting the subject, working within strict lighting conditions, and negotiating the inevitable glass barriers. This image, taken in the Vasa Museum in Stockholm, is an excellent example of how those constraints can actually contribute to a picture’s mood rather than hinder it. The subject — a centuries-old skull — sits isolated against a dark, glittering background, its ochre tones warm against the cold, almost cosmic speckling that surrounds it. The lighting, subdued yet precise, falls in a way that enhances the contours of the cranium, the hollowed sockets, and the jagged remnants of teeth. The reflections — likely…
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Even
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A Special Dress for a Special Party
At night in Stockholm, when shop windows become small stages and the city quiets enough, interiors to speak outward. The mannequin stands alone, dressed in white, suspended between the street and the room behind it. There is no reflection of passers-by, no movement intruding — only the slow, deliberate stillness of fabric and objects. The dress is light, almost ceremonial, while the surrounding space is heavy with material: stacked books, dark wood, layered garments, textured rugs. The shop feels less like a retail space than a private archive, somewhere between wardrobe and memory.
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Strolling in Stockholm
