Cities in silence: Brussels
I’ve done this short series that I called “Cities in silence”. It’s the silence of cities devoid of people, withdrawn, turned towards themselves. There is…
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Chosen paths and dead ends
We usually talk of dead ends metaphorically. What we mean is that something didn’t work out. We feel we cannot continue along a certain path.…
Cities in silence: Lisbon
Home is a state of mind. I’ve never lived in Lisbon but everytime I go there I feel like I belong. Maybe it’s the light.…
Taking photos with the body
Taking photos depends on moving, exploring, changing the perspective. Approaching possible photo compositions and subjects from different angles. Dancing around them to find a good…
Cities in silence: Paris
Paris wasn’t love at first sight for me. There was something about it a bit too imperial and well-to-do for my taste. I felt it…
The ghosts sleep tonight
I woke up suddenly in the dark. Somebody had just called my name. Was I dreaming? A long time ago, when I was living at…
On the path
Late morning. I walk towards the rising sun. There’s a huge concert of birds all around me. The first bluebells are here, early heralds of…
Failures of kindness
I was bullied in primary school by a boy who seemed to really enjoy controlling and humiliating people. I wonder now what his life might…
Alternative stories
The same facts can be the subject of different stories. It matters what story we choose to tell. You may think that stories and storytelling…
