A perfect representation of something real—raw and undeniable. Picture this: feet aching, bones weary after a long day pounding pavement in some sprawling metropolis. My brain, oversaturated by a relentless barrage of sights captured through tired eyes, silently begging for the miracle of reflex—a quick draw from my trusted, cold-but-loyal companion, my camera. Through endless repetition, wandering streets with an open mind, I've stumbled across moments that grip me with an almost violent beauty. Moments that refuse to let go until I've trapped their fleeting magic in a frame.
In this collection, I've brought together moments with that elusive je ne sais quoi—those frames that force your head around, leaving you wondering, ‘‘How the hell did you get that?’’ Honestly, most times I was simply in the right place at the right moment, camera ready. Other times, it was stubborn persistence—walking the same damn street countless times until, one afternoon, the perfect angle revealed itself like some delicious secret ingredient.
A crucial bit that's kept my style consistent, my visual language intact, has been my loyalty to a 16mm lens these past six years. That commitment, borderline obsessive maybe, allowed me to truly understand the quirks, charm, and ruthless honesty of wide-angle photography. And yeah, my design background certainly helped—training my eyes to hunt for lines, balance, and the precise weight of every detail within the frame.
The images here are distilled from countless hours spent roaming streets, relentlessly chasing a passion—no, let's call it what it is: an obsession. Rewarding, exhausting, and unquestionably worth it.