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365 Project – Week 10

Time flies like crazy! Autumn has finally come, bringing beautiful colours I was able to use for some of my shoots (if you follow me on Facebook or Instagram, you probably already have seen some photos). In fact, the two shoots I had this week were one of my favourite ones ever, especially the one with a guy in front of my lens! :) Also, my dear blogger friend Karina visited me in Lucerne and we had a lovely cosy time together. As...

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365 Project – Week 6

So this week was the first time I noticed some unconscious self-censorship. I’ve been more careful with my words ever since starting uni, but it frighten me to realise only afterwards that I didn’t write what I wanted to. On the other hand, it just emphasized the photo I took and makes it even stronger. However, I have great news as well: This week I reached my goal of raising 777$ for clean water projects in Africa!! That’s so awesome, a...

Second Thoughts

In the last few months, I’ve published a couple of personal posts, never being scared about how much I was revealing about myself. In theory, I knew I was making myself vulnerable, but I never actually felt vulnerable – till now. I’m going to start my studies next month. We’re a small class, containing just fifteen students. So far, my fellow students were anonymous, so I wasn’t too worried about them. But last week I received some emails from my university and...

Is Photography Superficial?

Once upon a time, two very different people met at a beach party in Singapore. There was a Burmese freelance photographer in his mid-twenties and a young multiracial girl, clueless about photography, who had to sneak into the club because she hasn’t turned 18 yet. Alcohol has loosened my tongue and mind, but it doesn’t bring me closer to the group I am with. So I’ve started a conversation with this Burmese guy from the table next to ours, who – even though I’ve...

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Arriving

Montevideo is bigger than I remembered and the rain has been falling almost continuously since my arrival a couple of days ago. It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s grey. People hurry to get to their destination, focused on the path before them. I long for the familiar streets of Mercedes, the town where I suffered loneliness and consuming self-doubt – but also found love and friends. The first week, I hardly leave my boyfriend’s room. I can’t believe it. I thought I had...