September’17 shots

I’m taking more and more photos recently, and really enjoying it so far.

Maybe I should make a separate photo blog/website? I don’t know… But for now I’ll start posting a selection of shots that I loved from each passing month. Starting with September.

The Soul of Man under Socialism by Oscar Wilde

I’m very lucky that there’s an author, an artist I agree with and can relate to 99% of everything he writes. I love how precise he is, how he can express everything so clear and focused.

And it’s even more amazing how relevant his essay “The Soul of Man under Socialism” is nowadays. Automation, AI, UBI, a lot of things that we are talking about now make this essay extremely important.

It gives us a vision of what to strive for and what a man should be like in the future and now.

There are no direct answers how to solve political problems and achieve socialism. It’s quite idealistic and probably close to Libertarian Socialist utopia. But this is not the purpose of this essay, it talks about “the soul of man” and that is what we should care about when we plan and build our future.

Please read it! (Yep, it’s a link)

And here’s some of my favorite quotes:

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3 verses


We are adults.
Responsible for everything that happens to us.
Guilty for all our decisions.
Strong enough to care.

We are children.
Open and amazed by the world.
Creative, careless, playful and cruel.
Egoistical and needy.

We are observers.
It doesn’t really matter what we feel or think.
Small specks of consciousness inside monkey brains.
Everything is determined and decided by something bigger than us.

We are gods.

Instagram feed

I see your photos and nothing.
Why do I even keep you in my feed?
I see your photos and you are my friend I’ve never met.
I see your photos and want to see the world like you do.
I see your photos and the way your body moves and stops, I want to have you.
I see your photos and see you’re lost and I can’t help it.
I see your photos and your humor is pure love.
I see your photos like empty postcards.
I see your photos and I respect you as a friend I don’t want to have.

And I see your photos.
And they fill me with guilt and regret.
I’m ashamed that I wasn’t good enough to make you fall in love. That you don’t understand me enough to laugh at me. That I miss you so much and so selfish.
I am not entitled to love you.


To be dominant. To be assertive. To be pushy.
Or whatever good or bad you want to call it.

You need to take chances. All the chances.
Be afraid to lose an opportunity and not take your chance.

Being a control freak also helps.
It means that you can see clearly how everyone around you can fuck up great opportunities.

Because you know better and you’ve fucked up so many of them.

And sometimes, just maybe, by trying too hard.

Secret Doors of Italy

Italians are very serious about preserving their cultural heritage and architecture. But at the same time they are not trying to make everything look perfect and new, they are just slowing down the process of graceful degradation. So you can feel the weight of history intensely.

It wasn’t always like that… Old walls look like palimpsests with layers and layers of different bricks, old window shapes and arches.

Nowadays it’s not that easy to get a permission to build another floor, change windows or anything on the facade at all. But sometimes you are lucky enough to get a permission for a new door.
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Wedding in Florence

I’ve started taking more and more photos recently and I’m really enjoying it. Mostly photo reports from small parties and street photo. Especially street photography feels very interesting and demanding to be more brave, fast and curious.

And so recently my friend Michelle has invited me to take some photos on her sister’s wedding… I was so nervous about it, because the event is so important and it was one of my very first commercial shootings.
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