Venice | October 2017 | March 2019

I went to Venice in 2017 with my cousin, who was visiting Italy. I snapped a lot of pictures there, and then I put them all into a folder on my laptop, quickly edited them in Lighroom and then, that's right, I haven't open them ever since. Kind of coincided with me not posting here. Lot of stuff happened. A year and a half passed. People came, people went, I went places, I came back, literally and metaphorically. Circles opened and closed. The folder with Venice photos stayed divinely untouched.

Last week me and my flatmates were cooking dinner in our kitchen. One of them casually said:

- Perhaps we should go on a carnival in Venice.

- Perhaps we should, - I answered peacefully. Similar "perhaps we shoulds" have happened before and I try not to get too excited about them just in case they wwould fall through (again).

It did not fall through. In fact, miraculously so; we were five people, and we had a car that could fit exactly five people, and all of us agreed on timing, and place, and plans, and just enough people volounteered (and were capable of driving). This kind of agreement is difficult to come by. We disagreed on snacks, but last minute I bought dried bananas, and apparently everybody loved them all along, so that was cool too.

So we went to Venice for a day trip, and it was the most fantastic day. Venice was beautiful; we walked around, bought masks, repeatedly got lost, sat on the ground to drink wine from plastic bottles, fed seagulls, accidentally crushed several parties, and only ate shitty sandwiches and tiny delicious pastries (1.5 euro per piece). I did a lot of pictures.

Now that I am home I am looking at both sets of photos from two different years; I see the diference and I don't see it. Parts of Venice don't change, Carnival or no Carnival. And then, the masks are all just on the outiside; the city underneath stays the same (and it's beautiful).

Disposable camera | Czech Republic and Germany | August

Two months have passed and I finally find myself sharing these photos, which I took with a shitty disposable camera on my summer trip in the central Europe. Each of them tells a story - mostly about how slow and beautiful summers are, but also about people, and songs, and most delicious of foods; about skies so high and blue, and about that special kind of soft light one can only see on a summer evening. It's a story of life on the road, German music and Prague hospitality, - a week that doesn't feel now like something that could have ever happened to me did happen and I have this proof to remind myself this every time I start doubting my own luck.
That's why I love disposable cameras - because, though technically challenging and blurry and too often too dark, the photos from them are always a quintessence of a moment; they are the imprints of our very souls.
And the colours!

It's not the place, it's the company <3

Prague suburbs

My only big problem with this cameras is that I keep positioning my fingers the same way as I do with my DSLR. Unfortunately, that's exactly where their tiny lenses are located. I've done more photos like this than I can count.
On the photo - Lisa, who was my flatmate for the four days that i've spent crushing in a private dorm in Prague and who I had the most adorable night talks with.

Vlada, from Russia, tries to master Jewish game in the German forests.

Find the finger on this photo of beautiful German town Erlangen

Dark, yet heartfelt. From the German festival in Enlargen.

Evening sunlight in Prague

Memory shot made so that I'd never forget three terrifying night I've spend there and three most touching evenings I had with my flatmate-by-accident.

With my French blablacar driver (blablacar is love and life, btw)

One of my top 5 highest skies and most meaningful views

Choose your hosts wisely ( so that they can play on guitar in the mornings)

Prague <3 

Evening in Warsaw

I don't feel like there is any sum up needed, but anyways: stay bright, and hopeful, and full of wonder. And keep your disposable camera close at all times.

Toscana | April 2017 | Aprile 2017

Siena, Livorno, Florence; neon skies, long promenades, relentless sun; small restaurants, ice creams, Sicilian sweets in Toscana; seaside, my brother being the only person brave enough to walk the water barefoot; and not being in a hurry anywhere (except for the next train to catch; and for lunch, because kitchens close early after Easter; and to run from quickly impending hurricane).

Yes, there were some fuck-ups on the way, as always. Yes, Toscana is beautiful. And yes, it's all neon because why not.

If you feel that there is resemblance, you are totally right, and that's my adventurous, rap-reading, sea-loving brother.

"Mad Sea"

"Boutique of the Fish" <3

Because you can't go to Pisa and skip this place. Attention must be paid to some things.