In my own words
because i cannot draw or paint to express myself and because i love visual arts, so camera has become my brush and light – my colours.
what kind of a photographer are you?
I’m a storyteller. it was perfectly clear to me from the very beginning that i want to tell stories with my photographs and since i love all things unreal, surreal and dream-like those stories have to reflect that somehow. reality has very little to do with my art.
a deliberate decision that?
about reality? absolutely!
do you get paid for your photographs?
no, because Im not doing it for the money. at least not yet. i have my day job juggling four languages which is good enough for now. maybe someday things will change.
what’s your kit like?
very simple. lately I use mostly my Fujifilm x-e1 with its kit lens (which is amazing), several tripods of various level of sturdiness, a range of filters, mirrors and various things to shoot through.
you dont have a flash?
nope. and Im not particularly looking for one. there are other more subtle and interesting ways to light a subject than blinding them with a flash.
what software you use for post-processing?
pixelmator and aperture. I don’t believe in heavy editing, thus I see no reason to invest in expensive software.
Jay Maisel, Rankin.
what inspires you?
favorite subject to shoot?
dreams. human dreams, city dreams. give me a mirror and I can photograph a dream for you. I love reflections, moods, stories, shooting through things.
what’s usually on your shooting playlist?
Thirty Seconds to Mars and Adam Lambert are the staples and then there are various adittions that depend on my mood. for example the soundtrack for my last photo trip to Venezia included Taylor Swift’s album 1989.
fantasy ones. among favorite writers – Mark Lawrence, Brent Weeks, Cassandra Clare, Laini Taylor, Catherine Webb, Patrick Rothfuss, Natasha Mostert. A little while ago – by lucky accident – I discovered Freda Warrington’s books and now Im hooked.
The Crow, Mr Nobody, Dorian Grey, Under the Tuscan Sun
Venezia, Torino, Prague
love them all (maybe except that one crazy psychedelic shade of pink that just shatters my brain into microns)
whats the real pleasure in life?