“The Self” isn’t something I do that often, but every once in a while, when testing a new setting, a new light or new lens I use myself as a stand-in. This is the lovely north light as experienced in the heart of my Parisian studio.
The Self
Paris has many beautiful buildings, structures and public art, but almost always there is a truck or car parked in front of it ruining the view. This photo happened exactly between one truck leaving while the other was waiting to back in. An attempt to catch the moment, the flower on the wall.
Wallflower
Waking up on the 18th floor overlooking Manhattan bridge and the East River while the sun is raising, will always be one of my favourite moments to greet any day of the year.
China Town
When you spend a lot of time with a person, you don’t really see all the changes taking place over time. But using the means of photography helps me to preserve evidence of this ever ongoing development of her as a wonderful human being.
Livia
While descending the stairs inside the Arc De Triomphe in noticed this light installation. The idea was to make the model stand on it and have the light shine up on her, but getting on top of those lights turned out much more challenging than imagined, hence the model hanging in there.
Hang On
No matter where you live and how vibrant a city might be, after a few years one often grows blind to all the beauty a place has to offer. But every once in a while one might catch a glimpse of that history even if it is just as a reflection in a window.
Arc De Triomphe
This photo illustrates so beautifully how fed up Livia sometimes is with me pointing my camera at her and asking for yet another picture. There are so many already, but I guess I just cant get enough.
Hiding
You’re never too old for blowing soap bubbles. No matter the age, the occasion or the timing, there is always a bit of magic in bubbles, just like glitter. But unlike glitter, you don’t have to clean up after you had fun.
Discombobulated
Despite being a harbour town, Le Havre has something incredibly cinematic to it, especially along the water where nearly all the Art Deco buildings were built during the same time by the same architect. This sculpture at the beach somehow reflects all that but interestingly enough was built much later by the Swiss artists Lang/Baumann.
Le Havre
I’ve always had this desire to be an invisible observer or a fly on a wall in a psychoanalyst’s office, to hear what the deepest inner struggles of people are, the things we try to hide when we face the everyday world. I think if we only would know how everyone else is feeling we all would feel a little better about our own struggles too.
In Treatment