In the fall of 2017 I sold all my stuff, except for my computer and camera, I found a family to adopt my cats. I bought a one way ticket to Paris with the knowledge that I am now on journey where I either make it or I die. As long as I live there is a chance that I will make it.
I used to be a fashion photographer but felt that I was missing both in the making of the photos and in the photos themselves. I am a pervert, as most people and I realised for me to even have the slightest of chances to create something great I need to be completely myself in my photography, so I need to create what I want to create. I chose Paris as my city to do this and here I am, trying to figure out how to get on the path where I can do what I set out to do.
I am a vagabond in Paris trying to find my way, I have my stumbles and some days are harder than others. For awhile there I was so concentrated on survival that I forgot to photograph and got an existential crisis, asked myself who is a photographer that doesn’t photograph? Even-though I can’t yet photograph what I really want I am photographing everyday trying to find my way, it’s a project I feel I need to do and to do it for the rest of my life. I post pictures everyday on my instagram and I do allow myself to create good and bad photos, as long as I create and as long as I experiment.