I would have never known you without the camera in my hands.
‘Sie lag zusammengekauert in ihrem Bett – die Knie zur Brust gezogen – wie ein einsames Käsebällchen auf einer kalten Vorspeiseplatte’
Why should this change of thoughts,
The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,
Be my so used a guest as not an hour,
In the day’s glorious walk, or peaceful night,
The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet?
Why are women in movie scenes always in the middle of putting on lotion? As if that is all we ever do: putting on lotion in the morning, evening, face, body, hands, pregnancy bellies…You writers out there, I challenge you to find something else for us women to do in a self reflecting moment in a movie scene. And please – no staring in the mirror either.
All of that has been over done, and I promise there are more layers to a woman’s soul.
A short while back I found myself on a set with a few austrian filmmakers whose work I really appreciate – the awesome cinematographer ‘Wolfgang Thaler‘ and director ‘Michael Glawogger‘ – both mainly known for their interesting and beautiful contributions to the documentary filmmaking world. As this is my main field of interest I was pretty stoked to watch them do their thing, plus I got to hang out with my good friend Sebastian Larrosa Lombardi who was responsible for the production of this shoot.
Since january this year I’ve been located in London for my MA in photography. Here are some shots of when I visited my friend Marie-Therese outside London, in the beautiful town Guildford. We took a walk along the canal and climbed up a hill in the rain.
This is a shoot from last year, late summer in Stockholm archipelago. An amazing house that seemed to be in the middle of the forest.
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