Playa del Carmen (yes, I am sorry)
Hey man, let's be real: Playa del Carmen is a tourist hub. It's fake in all
Field
Where observations begin. Walking, traveling, observing, and photographing. Field notes and raw material gathered in the real world before it becomes finished work.
Mérida, Yucatán
Oh wonderfully interesting but, apparently, forgettable Mérida. Forgettable for me, specifically, I must say.
Puerto Escondido
Or Punta de Zicatela, more specifically. Because that's definitely the place you want to be right now if you come here.
Spanish
Just enough to keep us afloat. That's my level of Spanish. At least it was during our first few days in Mexico. Some skills acquired about ten years ago and slowly eroded since, now carefully getting its dust wiped off.
San Agustinillo and Mazunte
I cried tears of joy and relief when we decided to come here. The mere sight on the Pacific Ocean
Oaxaca de Juárez
So strange that I have so little memory of my previous visit, some ten year ago, other than not liking the mole at Mercado 20 de Noviembre as much as I hoped. I think I was wrong. I sincerely hope I was wrong. About the city as well as the mole.
Long lens, silly lens
It's day two of our Mexico trip and I already regret some of my choices. But there's nothing I can do about them now. Just gotta learn to make it work. And frankly, this is also kinda by design.
Mexico, 2026
After a ten-year hiatus, it's time to revisit. See how much the country has changed. Or rather, my perspective on it. But mostly, to see if I can find something I am looking for without properly knowing what that would be. A stream of consciousness to record the process.
It takes years, and that’s fine
Back to Berlin I go. For reasons unknown to me too. But, over the years, despite no apparent goals, a body of work is emerging. And that’s interesting.
Covering L'Estartit, an intermezzo
Learning more about my current project by doing a different project in between.
From Barcelona to Berlin and back
Between trips to Barcelona and Berlin, a roof that somehow keeps leaking, a day job in which I’m constantly trying to outperform my past self, and suboptimal sleep because I'm always overwhelmed, I also managed to finish a book and send it to press.
Through the mist, I hear you calling
This time, I'd like to take you on a walk through the mist of an early morning, with a pleasant discovery following soon after.
Impostor syndrome, zone focussing and a request for feedback
Somebody taps on my shoulder, which startles me a little. I look up, straight into the eyes of the man that just passed me. Apparently, he turned around. He notices my uneasiness.
Street photography in Greece but also taking a break
My phone screen wakes from an email: ‘extra information about your upcoming trip to Greece’, it reads. I peek out of the window to the left of me and see nothing but droplets on glass. The perfect time to extend summer just that little bit more.
I went to London and turned into a street photographer
London is a big city. That might sound like an obvious statement to some, but at this particular Thursday morning, I had no idea yet.
Finding focus and working on my elevator pitch (again)
They asks how I'm doing and what I currently spend my days on. A difficult question, I find out immediately. I stumble over my words, as I don't quite know where to start. This is the moment I can spark their interest about my work.
Chance encounters and street photography in Berlin
We turn around the corner from where we've been eating and gradually make our way back to the Airbnb. Then, the biggest coincidence I've experienced this year happened.
The therapeutic nature of photography walks
Whenever I feel disoriented or not in control of my life, I simply need to find a moment to go on a walk that's at least 30 minutes long. I've learned that half an hour is the minimum amount of time required to purge any internal chaos and find balance again.