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The boys were getting high most of the time and spent their nights dreaming up grandiose futures on their Valencian street benches. One of them was called Alvaro. He grew up a ballet dancer and despite

Kumbh Mela was a blurry dream shared by millions of people and good luck prayers, a festival in honor of life itself. While I dipped my body into the river for good luck that day and the world around me

The first thing that struck me about Vilnius was how the thick snow seemed to hide a layer of self-destruction that covered every boulevard in town. Remnants of a past torn by domination and war, lingering

Alone in a country where no one knew her name or understood her words. At barely 15 years old, Katarina’s beauty was only trumped by her desire to escape the reality she grew up in. We could barely communicate

Someone once told me that shame is the instigator of a life unlived. ♢ ♢ ♢ Antwerp, Belgium October, 2016 ♢ ♢ ♢ All content posted is my own

It was an Italian summer and I was in love with Mariana’s boyfriend, but I couldn’t help but find her beautiful. At the tender age of 17, she was delicate, yet so lived in. A dancer since birth, she loved

A typhoon had wrecked the village several months earlier and the only thing it had left behind were warm hearts and empty stomachs. In my young lifetime it has become a reoccurring observation that the

It was humid, hot. We had just ran in the sweltering summer rain and were in no need of a haircut but the laughter was so welcoming it hooked us on her rusty tools and unsharpened blades. ♢ ♢ ♢ Santiago

Overflowing emotions made the air electric and hard to breathe. Tear gas penetrating my eyes but I was more curious to grasp the daily reality of those I had never met than fearful of what was to come.

We keep looking for ourselves, our reflections carved into molten sand, only portraying a fleck of dust of all that’s boiling underneath. But our soul was never hiding in an object, our humanity has always

It is the game lovers, perhaps potential lovers, play. A balancing act by reaching out without giving too much. We have all felt the rush of a longing stare and the crushing desire of rejection. The

For as long as I have owned a camera, I have captured the parts of my life considered private by most societal structures. Some sexually charged by nature, others not at all. There was just something about

Photography has been my way of externalising all the questions I’ve had since as long as I can remember. The act of observation in itself suggests a certain curiosity for life and of that I am deeply guilty