Surprise! (polaroid)

Sun shines even on the coast of Norway, sometimes. Very last chances of some decent weather, these days, before an endless winter takes over. That’s why I’ll surprise you using color film, for once.

Double exposure made on Paranoid Land Camera 250 & Fuji FP-100c.

 

Wheel (pinhole)

Vernazza (pinhole)

Box of chocolate from 1955

A box camera is like a box of chocolate.. you never know what you’re gonna get. Specially when you take multiple exposures.

Kiss on the bridge (pinhole)

Trondheim, Norway.

sea hawk

At the edge

Godøya

Godøya, Norway (Pinhole).

Nest

Sea

Totem

Ice walkers

Diana’s thoughts

My mother

My mother on her daily afternoon-nap.

Gothic Oslo

Psychiatric Centre at dawn

Me and Holga at Østmarka psychiatric centre, Trondheim.

Diana F.

Meet the beautiful Diana F.

Double exposure

Almost home

Near Ferrara, Italy. January 2015.

Card players

Shattered sky

Tokyo (pinhole)

Tokyo, November 2014. Sharan pinhole camera, modified.

My-day, my-day

Oslo. Going to work today, but not feeling like..

Keio Plaza, Tokyo

Diana, Diana..

Only you see the world as I see it..

Dreaming of an escape

Misaki Koh (pinhole)

Misaki Koh, Tokyo (Japan). November 2014.

 

Holga, Holga…

….

Pinhole N.Y.

New York, last week.

Oslo fjord (pinhole)

Home sweet home

Alone

Pinhole.

Lunch

Lunch on carpets, and Tri-X. Badakhshan, Afghanistan. May 2014.

Salaam, Afghanistan

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.

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For images and stories from my previous trips to Afghanistan, see the Documentary section above.

Bipolar

When everything of you is split, and even your shadow has a dark and a bright side.

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Boundary line

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.

Forest of thoughts (pinhole)

Unclear tangle of plants, and thoughts. Kodak Tri-X and modified Sharan pinhole camera, as usual.

By the fjord (pinhole)

February 2014, Trondheim’s fjord, central Norway (probably the first snow free winter in Norwegian history). Kodak Tri-X in modified Sharan pinhole camera.

Johnnie stalker

Sharan pinhole camera, Kodak Tri-X.

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Minimalism

Snow.

” ? “

Tokyo, 23rd November 2013.

Trans-Siberian IV: Encounters

Fellow passengers, strangers met in the street, encounters that lasted minutes, hours, few days at the most. Regardless, encounters that made my day and my journey. Here are some of them.

Trans-Siberian III: Train of thoughts

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.

Trans-Siberian II: Slow motion

9289 km on a train are and definitely feel like a huge distance. Landscapes pass by like in slow motion. Repetitive and monotonous yet ever changing. Days become nights, and the nights days.

Trans-Siberian I: pinhole

First post of a coming series from my Trans-Siberian journey. This with a few pinhole shots.

Why I do this? It’s the closest I get to producing suggestive images from nothing. If I could draw, I’d use charcoal. But I can’t, so I use Tri-X.

See you

The geese and I share an inextinguishable, almost compulsory need to cover great distances, never settling down completely, commuting between opposite corners of the world.

These days they’re flying southwards. In 36 hours, I’ll be heading eastwards, leaving for THE train journey. See you.

Carousel

Copenhagen, 25.10.2013.

Grenoble 8.10.2013

08.10.2013

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