S t r e e t A r t &
P h o t o g r a p h y .
S t r e e t A r t &
P h o t o g r a p h y .
Driven by curiosity. Inspired by movement.
Observed in the streets and kept in images.
An early instinct: to look closer and leave a trace.
Driven by curiosity. Inspired by movement.
Observed in the streets and kept in images.
An early instinct: to look closer and leave a trace.
Self-portraits as a channel. Street Photography as impulse.
Self-portraits as a channel. Street Photography as impulse.
Meet Karl.
He stood in front of The Vinyl Only – back then, my favorite record store in Heidelberg. I didn’t know him. But I recognized something familiar.
He was unaware I took pictures, so I showed him.
A little amused. A little charmed. We had a conversation as my phone rang.
My then ringtone was ‘Rock ‘n Roll Suicide’ by David Bowie.
He stood in front of The Vinyl Only – back then, my favorite record store in Heidelberg. I didn’t know him. But I recognized something familiar. He was unaware I took pictures, so I showed him. A little amused. A little charmed. We had a conversation as my phone rang.
My then ringtone was ‘Rock ‘n Roll Suicide’ by David Bowie.
Meet Karl.
Karl smiled. Called it cheesy. Insisted on showing me some ‘real music’. Picked ‘Siren’ by Roxy Music. Headphones on and asked if I liked it. When I nodded, he bought the record for me.
Karl smiled. Called it cheesy. Insisted on showing me some ‘real music’.
Picked ‘Siren’ by Roxy Music. Headphones on and asked if I liked it.
When I nodded, he bought the record for me.
Music and art connected two strangers – if only for a coffee in the afternoon
Music and art connected two strangers – if only for a coffee in the afternoon.
S t r e e t A r t .
S t r e e t A r t .
Growing up in a small town meant excess time and nowhere to put it.
I needed an outlet.
Growing up in a small town meant excess time and nowhere to put it.
I needed an outlet.
S O I M A D E S T E N C I L S
S O I M A D E S T E N C I L S
Mostly icons. Always at night.
Some were temporary.
Some stayed longer than intended.
I used walls, lanterns, concrete - whatever was there.
To mark presence.
To make my environment feel more like home.
They were not decorations.
They were impulses.
It was my way of claiming space.
Of leaving something behind.
Mostly icons. Always at night.
Some were temporary.
Some stayed longer than intended.
I used walls, lanterns, concrete - whatever was there.
To mark presence.
To make my environment feel more like home.
They were not decorations.
They were impulses.
It was my way of claiming space.
Of leaving something behind.
Knowing most wouldn’t notice them anyway.
Knowing most wouldn’t notice them anyway.
Mostly icons. Always at night.
Some were temporary.
Some stayed longer than intended.
I used walls, lanterns, concrete - whatever was there.
To mark presence.
To make my environment feel more like home.
They were not decorations.
They were impulses.
It was my way of claiming space.
Of leaving something behind.
