Big In Japan

Big In Japan. Infinite loop. Laura’s beautiful voice mingles with Nick’s velvety one. Nick, about whom J told me all those years ago. 2013. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still have his cover of Radioactive on my iPod. A memento of a very intense time in Singapore. And surprisingly, I’ll get to know him soon – through photography. It doesn’t hurt to ask, Monika. I used to admire him from afar. Thought he was too talented, too handsome,...

Breathing

Some photos I snapped during my hike near Meiringen (where Sherlock Holmes faked his death) on Saturday afternoon. No writing, no music, no distractions. I try to think as little as possible and focus on my environment. Let my mind and senses wander. Dried leaves rustle, stirred up by mice. Omnipresent chirping of birds. Faraway car noise. Sunshine, a pleasant breeze. Two deers half hidden in the covert. I take deep breaths. I’ve been waiting for this. Medicine for my tattered soul. I’m lucky...

Breaking the Silence

The longer silence lasts, the harder it is to break it. ✕ ✕ ✕ I want to be happy. Celebrate life, dance till dawn, walk around with a big smile, a skip in my stride, the lyrics of my favourite song on my lips. Laugh with my loved ones, have honest late night talks.. it’s been too long. Reality has been different lately. There were way too many dark days. I became an empty shell and couldn’t prevent it from happening. I mourn the wasted days...

The Light

On some days, I’ve laughed merrily, the black phase just a faint memory in the back of my mind. I’ve even started to wonder if I hadn’t been too dramatic. On the first spring day this year, I have a wonderful photo shoot with a very talented girl. My heart pumps passion through my veins. We create photos I love. It doesn’t happen often enough, but whenever it does, it fills me with a deep sense of accomplishment, making all the struggle and failure worth it. ✕ ✕ ✕ But...

A Gift For You

My loves, I want to thank you wholeheartedly for your loving words of support. To be honest, I didn’t expect that anyone would actually bother reading my last post when I published it. It’s a mess of desperation and confusion, written for myself while trying to make sense of what was happening in my head. It’s honest and ugly – I figured it wouldn’t be appealing to read. And yet so many of you didn’t only read it, but also...