Posted on August 8, 2014
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Posted on May 17, 2014
17th May 2014. While Norway celebrates the 200 year anniversary of their constitution, I’m heading for the remote Badakhshan, north east of Afghanistan, for the third time.
There, no constitutional paper grants each and every citizen equal rights, as a base for justice and prosperity. There, natural hazards alone cost hundreds of lives every year. Just 10 days ago, a massive landslide buried half a village and between 2000 and 2700 people, over a third of whom children. A few thousand more have been forced to leave their houses of clay, maybe forever. The disaster in Badakhshan made international headlines for 2 – 3 days and now is gone, forgotten.
For images and stories from my previous trips to Afghanistan, see the Documentary section above.
Posted on May 5, 2014
When everything of you is split, and even your shadow has a dark and a bright side.
Posted on May 1, 2014
Posted on March 27, 2014
There is a boundary line between what a photographer feels should be documented and shown and what should remain private.
The few photos below are from a project I just did about that boundary line, which in this case happened to coincide with the boundary between life and death.
And these are the only few photos from that project that will ever be displayed on this blog. The other photos need to mature. They may never see the light or may one day be shown in a more appropriate way than on a blog.
If you want to share a thought on where your boundary line goes, as a photographer, or about these shots I shared, please feel free to comment.
Posted on March 5, 2014
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Posted on March 2, 2014
Sharan pinhole camera, Kodak Tri-X.
Posted on March 1, 2014
Posted on February 8, 2014
Oslo. Half a million people, but no one to communicate with. What are you all afraid of? Why don’t you show your face? Why is it so that the tighter we people are packed, the greater the distance between us? Nothing else in nature behaves like that. We are a paradox, an exception, a monster.
Well, fine, keep hiding, and reveal your real selves only for your beloved, as long as you have some. Then we’ll see.
I’ll go back to yet another sleepless night in yet another shabby hotel room. The faces on TV aren’t any faker than the ones in the street, anyway.
Posted on January 29, 2014
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Posted on December 27, 2013
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Posted on December 5, 2013
Since I was a child, I’ve always had a tremendous fascination for trains and stations.
We used to travel between the south and the north of Italy a couple of times a year, usually on a night train that would take almost 12 hours. Each and every evening during the weeks prior to our travels, my brother and I spent hours fantasizing about the coming adventure. We could recall details of each station from our previous travels. The lights, the signs, the technical stuff along the tracks, everything had a mysterious charm. When the night of our train adventure came, we couldn’t sleep a minute. Instead, we stood in the aisle and admired the night passing by and becoming a new day. Even the thought of the typical smell of the stations still gives me the goosebumps.
I guess that has something to do with my love for trains. No train journey is too long. And the Trans-Siberian is surely worth repeating.
Posted on December 4, 2013
Posted on December 4, 2013
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Posted on September 9, 2013
No pixels, no SD cards, no batteries, no auto-focus lenses, no manual focus lenses. No lenses and no focusing at all.
The camera: a cardboard box. The “lens”: a 0.16mm pinhole on the front of the box. The shutter: a removable piece of cardboard covering the pinhole. And off you go: pinhole photography, where each exposure needs seconds in bright light, minutes in low light. A pain in the ass, you may say.
The truth is there is little as rewarding as creating a photo literally from scratch, from building your camera, to judging your exposure times, to developing your film.
In pinhole photography, it’s just the technique’s weaknesses and even your mistakes that result in rewarding and fascinating images. This is a double exposure I got at the end of the last roll: film couldn’t advance enough for a regular new exposure and the very last one partly overlapped the previous. An image saving error, if you will.
Posted on September 8, 2013
Posted on August 22, 2013
Posted on July 31, 2013
Posted on July 29, 2013
Now you have the opportunity to buy a paper copy (or an iBook versjon for tablets) of my book “The Japan book”, featuring all photos from my post “The Tokyo post” and many more.
You can scroll through, preview and purchase the book for a modest price at: http://www.blurb.com/b/4477107-the-japan-book
Posted on July 25, 2013
My notes from a recent trip to Tokyo and Kyoto. Written on Kodak Tri-X.
(open the post for full-sized slideshow)
Posted on July 18, 2013
Posted on June 1, 2013
A number of you, after seeing my previous series from Afghanistan, noticed (and commented on) the absence of women.
Well, with this post I focus exactly on the women of Afghanistan. Unfortunately, photographing women there is rather problematic. Just about everyone will strongly advise you against doing so: Photographing a woman (even one in a chador) out in the street may result in you being confronted by angry men or, worse, in her being beaten up. The sad reality is that there is barely worse place in the world to be born as a woman than Afghanistan, with the country’s rural areas being worst.
Here, a woman is a man’s property just like a donkey. Failing to accept a husband’s authority (even when imposed with violence) can result in jail, or in the worst case in a new, more terrible life begging in the street, stripped of all dignity.
Not many women in Afghanistan get married because they’re in love. Most of them are married off, meaning that at an age of 15 – 20 they are sold by their own parents to the best offeror, a man who not unusually is 20 or 30 years older. A more fortunate girl may stay home a little longer, study and even get herself a job, as long as each step is discussed with – read decided by – her parents. She may not exactly get married off, but will be engaged to and eventually marry the first man who proposed himself (to her parents) convincingly enough. Once engaged, she’ll even be allowed to date her fiancé, in her mother’s or aunt’s presence, of course.
Women here are generally not supposed to work, but I hear that an increasing number of men now allow their wives to do so, at least in the cities. However, a number of professions that require contact with male strangers or public exhibition (e.g. flight attendant or singer) may still give a woman a social status that’s barely better than a prostitute’s. Things are changing, however. Women condition is slowly improving, starting from the cities. But the process is slow, particularly in the most remote rural areas.
To foreign visitors, the women of Afghanistan are melancholic silhouettes of an intense blue moving along dusty road sides, alone or a few steps behind their husbands. I wish I had had the opportunity to talk to those women, to ask them about their lives and dreams or wish them a brighter future. I couldn’t. That chador of blue polyester, worn every single day from their puberty on, is an impenetrable barrier, and not only for the relieving breeze in the intense summer heat..
Posted on May 31, 2013
Fayzabad, north-eastern province of Badakhshan, in president Karzai’s Afghanistan.
While men proudly walk the streets and pose for photographs, women hide behind their chador or stay confined to dedicated areas (like the women recreational park that I had the unique privilege to be admitted to).
More of my BW work in Afghanistan here: Streets and roads of Afghanistan
Posted on May 5, 2013
Did anyone say that dogs and their owners often look alike? Anyway, Kodak TMax 400, just scanned.
Posted on April 8, 2013
Petrozavodsk, Russia, 20th March 2013.
Alas, photography is strictly forbidden in most Karelian churches. Well, here is a sin I made just in the eyes (and the house) of God. I just couldn’t help it. I like to believe that the fact no one realized I was photographing them means that all in all I wasn’t much of a disturb…
Posted on April 2, 2013
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Posted on February 13, 2013
Home is where you heart is, they say. Heart or not, Tromsø is where I spent 7 years of my life and it’s the only place where, 2 years after my departure, every visit feels like coming home.
Tromsø is cold, windy and slippery, a not exactly clean architectural mess surrounded by some of the most stunning nature Norway has to offer.
Tromsø is perhaps not the pearl it could be, yet it’s impossible not to love.