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Washed
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Seeing What Isn’t There
There’s no I Ching here. No coins. No symbols. No prophecy. And yet. This photo isn’t about what’s captured by the lens — it’s about what the mind decides is there. Three indistinct shadows above. Two sets of parallel lines below. That’s all. And yet, somewhere between them, something ancient is conjured. A trigram. A casting. A flipped coin in mid-air. Logic says: it’s a vent and the shadows of round objects on a backlit surface. But vision isn’t logic. It’s memory, pattern, story — all stitched together before you’re even aware you’re looking. Photography is often obsessed with truth. With freezing the real. But sometimes the most compelling images…
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Shadow On The Wall
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Absence in Three Acts
Empty chairs always speak louder than full ones. These three, bolted to the floor, stare back with a kind of institutional blankness that neither welcomes nor dismisses. They simply are—efficient, expressionless, durable. I wanted to see if the geometry could carry the whole frame, and it does. The repetition, interrupted only by the slight angle of the shot and the unavoidable play of light, creates rhythm without sentiment. Shot in black and white to emphasise the chrome’s edge and the mesh’s subtle gradients, the photograph hinges on texture and symmetry. The lighting is flat, but deliberately so: no shadows, no contrast drama—just presence. These are not chairs meant for rest;…
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Lunar Network Or Snowy Mountain?
This image was made at high altitude, but it could have been taken on the Moon. That’s what initially drew my eye: the surreal minimalism of these snow-covered slopes interrupted by a line of utility poles, stretched tight against the vast emptiness. The illusion of a lunar landscape is heightened by the total absence of sky detail—pure black, a void—and the almost abstract texture of the snow, exaggerated by strong directional sunlight. The decision to shoot in black and white came naturally. Colour would have been a distraction from the harsh geometry, from the juxtaposition of natural emptiness and imposed structure. Each pole, evenly spaced, is both part of a…
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Pipes in Colour
I photographed this section of wall for its unexpected interplay between infrastructure and colour. The rusted pipe, running vertically through the frame, is not remarkable in itself, yet in combination with the graffiti and stains, it becomes part of an improvised composition. The red spray paint, the rough blue marks, and the muted grey stone surface transform a functional corner of the street into an abstract tableau. The framing was deliberate: I aligned the pipe with the vertical axis to divide the picture almost in two, while allowing the barred window to creep in at the bottom left. That small intrusion anchors the image, reminding the viewer that this is…
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Stripes in B&W
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Horizontal
I was walking past this building when I noticed how the afternoon light chiselled into the façade, pulling out volume from what is, in essence, a flat geometric rhythm. The composition demanded no embellishment — the image resolved itself into horizontal bands almost on its own. I didn’t crop for symmetry; I simply took the time to level the camera and wait for the shadows to deepen just enough to add a graphic weight. What you see is pure form. No context, no clutter — just tone, line and light. It’s often said that black and white photography strips away distraction, but in truth, it doesn’t simplify. It sharpens. Here,…
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Rectangles
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Yellow
The photograph hinges on the interplay between colour, geometry, and omission. By keeping the frame cropped tightly, I remove any narrative context — no faces, no full figures, just the assertive yellow of work trousers, the partial arc of a bicycle wheel, and the tiled pavement as stage. The absence of a complete subject forces the eye to wander across shapes and lines rather than fixating on identity. The composition is built diagonally, with the wheel anchoring the right edge and the worker’s feet drawing the gaze upward and left. The black tile bands slice the frame, adding structure and contrast to the more neutral beige of the pavement. It’s…
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A Modern Nazca?
This image is one of those moments when photography abandons literalism and moves into interpretation. What you’re looking at is, in fact, a stretch of pavement and asphalt intersected by strong shadows—but the shallow depth of field and the grain structure render it unmoored from immediate recognition. The blurred lines could be mistaken for ancient geoglyphs seen from above, hence the tongue-in-cheek title. The parallel bands, intersecting curves, and sudden diagonals call to mind aerial archaeology, even though the camera was barely a metre from the ground. The ambiguity invites a double take, and in that pause, the viewer starts to reconstruct meaning. Technically, this is a photograph of deliberate…
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Alien Veins
It could be a close-up from a science fiction set—a fragment of skin stretched over something alive, the faint ridges and channels mapping a circulatory system not of this Earth. The blue-grey surface is both organic and mineral, a texture that resists quick identification. The lines that run across it, some deeper, some fading into the background, suggest veins—arteries carrying whatever fluid an alien physiology might depend on. They seem to rise and sink, as if the surface itself were breathing. The faint crosshatch pattern interrupts the flow, adding to the unease: is this grown or manufactured? In reality, the subject might be utterly mundane. But in photography, truth is…
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Into The Cube
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Histoire d’O
Photography has a curious relationship with meaning. Sometimes it offers us a direct line to an obvious narrative; other times, it teases us with ambiguity, compelling the mind to reach for significance where perhaps none exists. This image—an aged, weathered architectural oval, framed in peeling plaster—belongs firmly in the latter category. Its title, Histoire d’O, borrows knowingly from the controversial novel of the same name, inviting the viewer to read into its form, its texture, and its emptiness. Technically, the photograph demonstrates a strong command of tonal control. The black-and-white treatment emphasises the interplay between texture and shadow, revealing the rough grain of the plaster, the fine cracks tracing across…
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Tiles
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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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Ramping Up
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Windows
The photograph isolates a stark interior: two narrow barred windows flanking a central wall, and above them, a single rectangular window letting in pale light. Geometry dominates—verticals and horizontals align, while the bars break symmetry with their irregular grid. The result is a study in confinement and release, the eye inevitably drawn upward toward the light source. Composition is strict, almost architectural. The side windows anchor the lower frame, their darkness reinforcing the weight of the walls. The brighter upper window, positioned centrally, becomes both focal point and escape. Depth is minimal; the flatness of the surfaces intensifies the sensation of enclosure. Technically, the black and white treatment enhances austerity.…
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No, You Don’t Need To Change Your Glasses
This was intentional. No missed autofocus, no technical glitch. I set the lens manually, focused nowhere, and waited for someone to walk into the blur. He did—carrying two bright yellow bags, dressed sharply but casually, perfectly unremarkable in the sharp world we expect from street photography. The concept was simple: remove clarity and see what remains. What I found was structure. Colour. Gait. Gesture. A kind of abstraction that doesn’t erase the human, just detaches it from identification. No face. No detail. But still a presence. Technically, the image defies critique by design. It isn’t sharp—at all. The highlights push into soft bloom, the street dissolves into haze, and the…
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Time Runs Fast
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Somewhere in Japan
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Noon on the Beach
this image hinges on simplicity and distortion. The sun was directly overhead, leaving the shadow of the pole as a near-perfect sundial, slicing the centre of the frame from bottom to vanishing point. That shadow was the whole reason to shoot: absolute verticality rendered into graphic contrast on a near-featureless plane. The lens dictates the structure. At 16mm, lines bow. The horizon curves. Perspective exaggerates. I leaned into it—there’s no attempt to correct distortion in post. The intention was not to imitate a rectilinear frame, but to emphasise space as abstraction. The beach becomes a sphere, the sky a ceiling, and the tiny trace of buildings at the perimeter only…
