Project Description
I DON’T TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH, YOU MAKE IT
IT IS NOT INDEED PORTRAITURE THAT YOU VISUALIZE. IT IS AN ICONOGRAPHY
„I can get obsessed by anything if I look at it long enough. That´s the curse of being a photographer.“ (Irving Penn)
No place, no street or city is boring, if you´ve had a good night´s sleep and have your pocket full of unexposed film. The best thing about all captured pictures is that they never change, although people in them do. Silent walking, observation and photographing of the streets is a bit like fishing. Catching the fish is much more exciting than eating it. I have stayed on a wide crowded street. And I was lost. In her eyes. Because her eyes have their own vocabulary…
There´s surely nothing wrong with enjoying looking at the surface of the ocean itself… The smell of salt and sand… There is no such a pure elixir on this earth like it. So I followed my heart and it led me to the beach… Here I finally understood myself. The ocean is everything I want to be. Beautiful, mysterious, wild and free…
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. Desperate fight there, where is no vision and no hope left. A single look into the eyes of all lost souls, whose beauty has been taken by time into an irreversible history. Only broken pride and unfulfilled desire remain visible. Nothing is as painful, as staying jammed on one place with so many questions, yet with no answers. Staying. Only staying and forgetting to live…
I hope you want to stay for a long time because my heart really likes you… We fight, we kiss, we hug, we text, we talk, we argue, we laugh, we smile, we love… That´s us.
Wherever you go, go with all your heart. Go and explore. Discover. Monotony will kill you. So don´t be afraid. The cities are big for a reason. Can you see their architecture? It is the biggest unwritten document of history. But you will not be able to understand all about the city you have visited without using its public transportation system. Personally, I love the feeling of being anonymous somewhere in a city I´ve never been before…
Espresso yourself. Better Latte than never. Take life one cup at a time. So many blends, so little time… Friends don´t let friends drink bad coffee. Therefore, take your time to smell the coffee, now. Deja Brew: the feeling you´ve had this coffee before. And after I drink coffee I like to show the empty mug to the IT guy to tell him that I´ve successfully installed Java. He hates me…
Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, charm to the life and gaiety to everything. It is the only language which needs no any translation.
The smoothest blend of the finest tastes and fragrances of life that portrays the origin of joy and tears. An epic place where thousands of pairs of eyes are witnesses of hidden feelings, where the lips of lonely heroes whisper words of wisdom, where all motions became one pulse of the city… To me the city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human ZOO and I would rather be lost somewhere in the woods than found in the city…
While color is descriptive, black and white is interpretive way of art. To observe things and the world in color is delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul. Color photography is like watching movie, yet the black and white photography is more like reading book. With monochromatic photography you suggest the reality. Color brings statements of certainty. Factor acros is forever unmistakable. Well, I love it to the moon and black…
Photography is the only language that can be understood anywhere in the world. Because after all, every picture has a story to tell…
Travel far enough to meet yourself, because investment in travel is an investment in yourself. And travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer. Although I haven´t been everywhere, it´s already on my list. It doesn’t matter where you are going. What matters, it’s who you have beside you on your way. I never listen what they say. I go and see the world. I collect memories, not things. I travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape me.
Nothing but sky above you, sand below your feet and peace within. A proper vacation does three things. It takes you away from the stresses and demands of your daily life, it gives your body time to heal and rejuvenate and it invigorates your mind by returning you to your natural rhythm. And exactly that I need to have for six months only twice a year. I think, I´ll take my vacation and let them to miss me…
Learn how to communicate, how to speak with people, because good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after… The biggest communication problem is that we do not listen to understand. We listen to reply. Or even better at 3 am phone call… „hey, are you asleep?““No, I am skydiving…“
Giving up smoking must be the easiest thing in the world. So many people have done it thousands of times… And if you have ever thought to quit smoking, the best time was the day you started, the second best time to quit is today…
Man doesn’t need silver fork to eat good food. Even a simple dinner is much better, when we eat together. After all, memories are made when gathered around the table, because good food ends with good talk.
One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the father prayed, Dear God, make me the kind of man my son wants me to be… Daughters… There are strange symbiosis between fathers and daughters. The love between them knows no distance. And the laugh of a daughter is the favorite symphony of a father…