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Boat Dock Bumpers
I made this photograph on a quiet, overcast day when the water was calm enough to reflect tone more than light. The ferry was easing in slowly, its pace unhurried. The dock’s side, lined with worn tires acting as bumpers, formed a long diagonal that led straight to the vessel. The structure looked utilitarian and weathered, shaped entirely by function rather than aesthetics. That mattered to me. I wanted to capture the work of the place, not the impression of it.
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A Two-Masted Schooner
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The Oslo Opera House
I’ve always believed that architecture reveals a different truth when seen from the water. Shooting the Oslo Opera House from the sea reinforced that idea for me. From this vantage point, the building doesn’t just sit on the waterfront—it seems to grow out of it, its sloping planes echoing the movement of the harbour while anchoring themselves firmly into the city skyline. For this photograph, I chose a framing that allowed the Opera House to dominate without isolating it. The surrounding water occupies enough of the lower frame to set the context, while the upper section leaves room for the building to breathe against the sky. This separation of planes—sea,…
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Whithin The Cage
There are moments when photography benefits from what it chooses not to show. This frame — a boxing glove in the foreground, satin shorts in deep royal blue and gold just behind — tells me almost nothing about the bout itself, but everything about its atmosphere. The mesh of the cage runs diagonally through the scene, an ever-present reminder of the boundaries in place, both literal and metaphorical. The choice to focus tightly on detail works here. By avoiding faces and action, the photograph shifts into an almost abstract study: the textures of worn leather, the gloss of fabric catching the light, the dull metallic blur of the chain-link. The…
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Before The Match
There’s a quiet tension in the moments leading up to a fight. Adrenaline builds, but so does focus. Before the Matchcaptures that suspended instant—not in the face of the fighter, but in the ritual of preparation. The gloves are being adjusted, the tape snug against the wrist, the tattoos on the arm speaking their own language of identity, history, and intent. From a photographic standpoint, the tight framing is a deliberate and effective choice. By excluding the face entirely, the image avoids cliché and instead hones in on the tactile and symbolic. The red leather gloves dominate the frame, their texture and creases suggesting both wear and readiness. The contrasting…
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Gloves
I photographed these boxing gloves just after a match, piled together on a table, their colours and textures telling their own story. The red, blue, and black contrast vividly, each pair carrying marks of use—creases, scuffs, and sweat-darkened leather. They are objects of sport, but in this moment they sit quietly, stripped of motion and impact, reduced to still life. The composition is tight and intimate. By focusing closely, I eliminated any sense of the surrounding gym, letting the gloves dominate the frame. Their curves and folds form an almost sculptural arrangement, with the contrasting colours creating a natural rhythm. The diagonal placement of the gloves adds a sense of…
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@Rome Maker Faire – 4. The Hands Controller
This photograph came from a fleeting moment of curiosity—small hands interacting with a larger idea. On the tablet’s bright display, a robotic hand glows in cool, almost clinical blue, juxtaposed with the warm, human fingers controlling it. The setting was a science exhibition, the kind of place where technology and wonder mingle in the air, and where gestures can bridge the gap between imagination and mechanics. From a compositional standpoint, the frame is tight and deliberate. The cropped view keeps our focus locked on the hands—both human and mechanical—without distraction from the surrounding environment. The diagonal placement of the tablet brings energy to the image, preventing it from feeling static,…
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An Old Portable Camera
I didn’t stage this. The camera was already set up for a workshop in the park, a portable wooden box on a tripod, complete with focusing cloth and a ground glass screen. What drew me wasn’t the device itself—it was the reaction it triggered. The boy shielding his eyes, squinting into the past through a lens designed long before smartphones flattened photography into a gesture. The composition is dense in its centre, almost chaotic with overlapping limbs and sneakers. But the tripod anchors it. The machine, primitive and precise, holds its ground in a circle of discovery. I kept the perspective low and frontal to emphasise its presence as a…
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@Rome Maker Faire – 3. Stare Of The Mechanical Man
I’ve always been fascinated by that moment in an exhibition when human curiosity meets mechanical indifference. In this frame, the robot’s gaze — fixed, almost expectant — seems to cut through the bustle of the Maker Faire. There’s a quiet in its stare that stands in stark contrast to the crowded, noisy energy of the scene. I chose to let the human operator stand slightly behind the machine, not in front of it. This composition allowed the robot to dominate the foreground while still including the person who, ironically, brings it to life. The presence of an out-of-focus head in the bottom left was a conscious choice to keep the…
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Hanging Bottle
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@Rome Maker Faire – 2
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@Rome Maker Faire – 1
I made this photograph during Rome’s Maker Fair, where the noise of servo motors and animated enthusiasm filled the air. The scene, however, was quiet. Not in sound, but in intent. A man and a machine facing each other, both wearing headsets, locked in an interaction so human in posture it almost defied the clinical setting around them. From a technical perspective, I chose a shallow depth of field to detach the primary interaction from the noise in the background. I wanted the robot and the man—particularly their faces and hands—to carry the emotional weight. The focus falls on the robot’s articulated fingers and the man’s hands raised in some…
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Free Shoes On A Hot Day
I took this photograph on a brutally hot afternoon, the kind where the pavement seems to radiate heat back at you with equal force. The scene was simple: a young woman, barefoot, perched on a low ledge in the sun, her shoes neatly placed on the ground below. The shoes caught my eye first — perfectly aligned, toes pointing towards the wall, almost as if waiting for their owner to return to them. From a compositional point of view, I like how the image naturally splits into two planes. The lower half — brick, pavement, and shoes — is all about structure and order, while the upper half — bare…
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Vive La France, The Oslo’s Way
Occasionally, photography rewards us with moments where irony, design, and national symbolism collide in a way that demands to be captured. Vive La France, The Oslo’s Way is one such moment. Here, three public toilets stand in perfect alignment, painted in the tricolour of the French flag—blue, white, and red—each proudly labelled with one of the national motto’s words: liberté, égalité, fraternité. From a compositional standpoint, the image works because of its symmetry and spacing. The photographer has placed the trio dead centre in the frame, allowing the architectural rhythm of the background—trees and modernist façades—to act as a neutral backdrop. The careful alignment ensures that each structure has breathing…
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Out Of Focus, Once More
Missed focus. Again. And no, it wasn’t intentional. This wasn’t a conceptual experiment, nor a nod to dreamlike abstraction. It was simply a technical failure, shot with a manual lens, rushed framing, and an optimistic assumption that I’d nailed the hyperfocal distance. I hadn’t. Still, I kept the frame. It’s a street in Munich, pigeons pecking at the ground, firemen walking down the centre. A homeless encampment crowds the left edge. None of it sharp. But despite that—or maybe because of it—the image speaks. Context persists. Silhouettes are enough. The story doesn’t vanish with the detail. Technically, the photo lacks precision: the aperture was too wide, depth of field too…
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Lady Gaga Art Rave
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Cold Freezing Tour Through Oslo’s Fjord
I took this photograph aboard a ferry cutting through the Oslo fjord in winter. The cold was penetrating, the kind that seeps into bones despite layers of clothing. The passengers’ body language tells the story more effectively than words: one figure wrapped in a blanket, hands folded in stillness; the other with a camera resting idly on his lap, shoulders hunched, jeans stiffened by the chill. Compositionally, I aimed for a low angle, using the perspective of the floor and the rug leading diagonally into the frame. This draws the eye directly toward the two figures without needing to show their full faces. The benches on either side narrow the…
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Behind a Shop Window in Oslo
This was one of those scenes that unfolded on its own terms. No decisive moment, no split-second drama—just a man behind glass, cleaning or adjusting or both, surrounded by faceless mannequins and the awkward geometry of retail preparation. I raised the Nikon 35 TI and pressed the shutter before overthinking it. Shot through the shop window, the glass worked both against me and with me. It introduced layers—literal and symbolic. Reflections were minimal but present, just enough to remind us we’re on the outside looking in. The man is inside a constructed world, arranging it, tidying its surfaces for consumption. The mannequins—blank-eyed children—stand frozen, already staged, while he works between…
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The Path To Freedom
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Running On The (Oslo’s) Docks
The moment lasted a fraction of a second. I was walking along the Oslo harbour, camera hanging loosely, eyes half on the ships and half on the geometry of the paving stones when he entered the frame — the runner. Perfect posture, right leg extended mid-stride, left arm balancing out the rhythm, and most crucially, isolated against the background clutter of docked ships and cranes. This image isn’t about the athleticism. It’s about pace, solitude, and counterpoint. The city rests behind him, still and orderly, while he pushes forward, cutting through the quiet with motion and intention. He’s small against the marine industrial backdrop, but all attention lands on him.…
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A Taxi Night Fleet At Oslo’s Central Station
I took this frame at a moment of pure symmetry and friction. The way taxi lines form outside Oslo Central Station at night—almost militaristic in their discipline, yet each vehicle pulsing with its own colour rhythm—felt like an urban ballet set to the low hum of idling engines and the soft scuff of rubber on wet cobblestones. Technically, night shots like this are unforgiving. The cold light from the LEDs clashes sharply with the warmth of the taillights and the overhead sodium vapour glow, which is why I resisted neutralising the colour balance too much. The visual tension between the icy blue reflected on the left and the bleeding red…
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An Old Lady in Great Shape
There’s something about old cars that asks you to listen before you look. You don’t photograph them—you make their acquaintance. This shot was taken inside an Alfa Romeo Giulia. She’s a machine from another time, but she doesn’t wear her age like a burden. The patina on the steering wheel, the soft wear on the dashboard controls, the dusty glow on the gauges—they don’t speak of decay, but of use. Of stories lived in full throttle and long idles. I didn’t stage this frame. I simply opened the door and saw her waiting there in quiet elegance. The light slipped through the glass just enough to kiss the rim of…
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Not A Photography Anymore
I approached this shot with the intention of exploring the point at which photography begins to lose its documentary role and drifts into the territory of constructed image-making. The Leica M9, with its CCD sensor, is unforgiving in its rendering of highlights, and here I chose to exploit that to push the tones far beyond their natural state. The result is an image that wears its artificiality openly. The composition is rigidly symmetrical: three vases, evenly spaced, under a line of metallic coffee pots and creamers. The symmetry is disrupted only by the interplay of colours — magenta, amber, and white — and the bold shadows they cast. These shadows…
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An Off Duty Anchor
I photographed this anchor in bright sunlight, a massive piece of ironwork chained and set as a monument. What caught my attention, however, was not just the object itself but the casual intrusion of a beer bottle resting at its base. The contrast between permanence and ephemerality, between weight and disposability, was too striking to ignore. Compositionally, the frame is cropped tightly to remove distractions and place the focus squarely on the anchor’s texture and the bottle’s fragility. The dark chain arcs across the image, cutting a diagonal line that divides the weighty form. Against it, the amber glass sits small and almost ridiculous, yet it steals attention precisely because…
