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people

humans across the world

 

  This photographic exploration is a tightrope act, balancing the diverse complexity and unifying simplicity at the heart of the human condition. People live vastly different lives across the world, but the more so within one nation, region or group. Everywhere you find the same distinctions: optimists and pessimists, introverts and extroverts, folks lending hands and those using elbows, dreamers and doers, dreaming doers. Playdough in the hands of nature, nurture, and our own decision making, we are formed into all sorts of character shapes, steered by the same drives. These conspicuous similarities, our universal differences, unite us as one species of monkey merely disguised in a human wardrobe. In the same breath, our distinct experiences assemble unique minds, feelings and memories - our very own worlds.

 

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collections

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Human Shake

what a fine blend we are

This collection is a blender, so watch out that you don’t end up in it one day. see more

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The Observer Effect: Momentary Momentum

in-between instants

...the camera’s skill to freeze the momentary momentum in-between scenes is nothing short of miraculous and reminds me of a quirky phenomenon in the quantum realm: the observer effect. see more

photos | people

Not Pity Poor: Grace of the Life Lottery's Runner Ups

fortitude and perseverance forged in a hard place

Pity is misplaced here; awareness is welcome and so is action. There are many ways to even out the chances of a slanted life lottery... see more

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Outside Job

when your office isn’t anywhere near an office

...nobody robbed us of our freedom; it was an inside job we signed up for. Outside jobs, by contrast, are not always a deliberate choice and oftentimes the harder labor, but they come with a certain spatial freedom... see more

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Story Time

we all have one

All of us have arrived at this moment by traveling a different story. Our narratives have been full of forks, twists and turns, shortcuts and detours, but here we are to intersect with each other in the now. see more

photos | people

That’s Funny – Humor Mirror

tickled by humor, genuineness surfaces

Only ever living in one head, our head, knowing what’s going on in another, is anyone’s guess. The best clue we’ll ever get is genuine emotion... see more

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a glimpse

 

glimpse: FOOD FOR THOUGHT | Austerity is a narrow gateway. Most material possessions are too bulky to fit through. The flood of overindulgence is too wide to pass it whole. Merely a humble iota of societal diversions makes it to the other side and accompanies the Buddhist monk on his path to raw consciousness and spiritual enlightenment. Only after shaving off all distractions delivered by the senses, the innermost mind is sharpened into necessary focus for the journey toward awareness. But concentration can only voyage as long as the belly is fed. The blossoming mind can’t escape its organic roots. And so the monk’s quest is nourished by the alms giving lay people, who in return feed off good Karma and the Buddhist teachings. A mutual exchange of food for thought.
 

glimpse: SIPPING WARM GOLD | Now the sun poured warm gold over the azure Caribbean sky and turned those who sipped on it into silhouettes, living shadows etched into this slice of time. Tomorrow they’ll be gone, washed away by a wave of new arrivals, as the itsy bitsy Belizean island bubble Caye Caulker remains in perpetual inflate-burst-flux. The hedonistic pilgrimage of backpackers and suitcase vacationers is whisked together with laid back locals at the “Split," where, legend has it, hurricane Hattie sawed the island in half back in 1961. Bob Marley jams, folks are taking it belizy, every cold beer has a sun-and-fun-lover’s name on it – what’s a painful cliché for one, is an Edenic haven to the other.

glimpse: LIVELIHOOD | His skin was leather, witness to a noble life spent beneath the generous Ethiopian sun. He looked like 80, but was probably closer to 60 when deducting the dignifying furrows a career of arduous labor had left on his face. The wide-awake eyes gave it away. And at no point did the cruel Simien ascends seem to take a toll on him, while I paid plenty. His reticent demeanor expressed a polite indifference to my existence. And yet, somehow I felt like he would guard that existence with his if necessary. He exuded an air of loyalty to his responsibility as a scout, and at least by proxy to any wannabe adventurer in tow. All he carried with him into the mountains was a small rucksack, a quilted jacket, an umbrella, a shawl that inexplicably sufficed him as blanket throughout the relentless altitude nights, and the AK-47. Ka-lash-ni-kov, rat-tat-tat-tat – what a perfect last name to invent a rifle, I thought. The phonetics and connotation were a match made in Russia. What kind of machine gun would a “Wilson” or “Gonzales” be? But if the rifle made me feel any safer, it made me feel unsafer in at least equal measure. I disliked the tangible proximity of death the presence of the gun established, notwithstanding that this one was more livelihood than weapon – a tool of life and death that was just a tool. Some written or unwritten rule somewhere obliged him to carry it, and me to enter the park accompanied by an armed veteran. Wild animals or robbers are no real threat here, as I learned, but a family going hungry is.

glimpse: PUDDLE POOL | Accommodated by the darkest hour of a forgiving late summer night, hidden from their stalking eyes by the invisible back alley, encouraged by his bittersweet intoxication to hand over the reins to all inhibitions, guided by solitude to unlearn society’s teachings, he bathed and swum in the shallow puddle pool. Nothing was sad about this, or tragic, or fucked up. Just a human, at one with the elements around him, feeling the electrostatic air and the cooling water on, in, and beneath his skin, riding the crest until the comedown.

glimpse: FROZEN WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE | What if the water under the bridge was frozen? Would it change anything? Would it change you? Would you change anything? Would your choice become easier or more difficult with more time at hand? And would it matter at all if you were looking the other way? Would you prefer to keep going with the flow?

 

glimpse: GHOST | When the night is blue, the moon moody, the wall tall, and the street too long, fear not; for you are just a ghost passing through.

Portrait of South African kid after art class

 

glimpse: BE LIKE YOU | When I grow up, I want to be like you. Audacious and loud like you, tough and tender like you, poking around and getting in trouble like you, raw and unfinished like you.

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glimpse: HOLI FACE | Festivals are cultural routines, reoccurring rites that often follow long traces of ancient ancestral mysticism. Built on ephemerality, they aren’t supposed to last. Coming alive in a collective moment and dying with each individual going home, their existence is humble. Once the paint flakes off of a Holi face, it’s “so long, see you around next year.” The festive occasion derives meaningfulness and joy from being cyclic, not static; its short and intense presence must juxtapose a long absence to be cherished by the devotees. Even in our memories the recollection of a single event might get watered down in a blurry puddle of many a year. There is no clinging on to celebrations and that’s why they are truly moments of being in the moment.


glimpse: HOSTEL CREATURE | Hostels are anthropological petri dishes, in which all sorts of characters and stories mingle. Sure, many conversations stay at a superficial level along the lines of “where you from mate, sick dude, how long have you been traveling, where you headed?” But some people meet on the same wavelength and dive a little deeper, to more profound topics and even to the depths where lifelong friendships are molded. And then there are the occasional oddballs, refreshing palate cleansers with quirky demeanors and twisted plots. Like the kind of guy entering a dorm in Bishkek late at night with a stern face while insinuating something about a committed murder, but being all jovial and no longer hangry after a midnight snack, now casually clarifying that the murder victim was actually him, killed by a society that had not prevented his near starvation leading to strokes and nerve damage, and alleging that some Balinese villagers worship him and his wife as reincarnations of Hindu gods, before putting on his PJs and a Kermit sleeping mask.
 

 

 

 

 

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