En ö i staden – Runmarö

Foton från Svängens pizza-kväll 27/12 2013, Runmarös krog, Stockholms skärgård.

Galleriet ligger uppe för gästerna och vännernas skull.

En del bilder kan komma att ingå i ett ganska nystartat dokumentations-projekt om ön som alltid kommer att vara mitt hem och fasta punkt i livet, trots att jag är ett “frat”.

Runmarös knutpunkt Svängen har drivits som krog sedan 2012, för mer info se Facebook

We got caught in paradise… Cabo Polonio y el Viejo Lobo

God Jul

In the cold and windy streets of Stockholm I hurried out with my best friend yesterday, to take a portrait of her before I started my shift at the coffee-shop in old town. It would be a Christmas present for her grandparents. First she was posing as for a business photo and just when my hands were all frozen I took that “just one quick one more” and then I got that look that is so special for her, where you drown into her beautiful, blue eyes. Even though I’m the one who’ve taken the photo I have a hard time not to freeze in front of the screen and drown, it’s as if I realize how much I love Sandra when I look at this photo – coz I can’t think of anything more beautiful.


Merry X-mas to y’all!

Oh Lady Moe

I just got off the bus, quite tired after nonstop work the last month. Walking the few blocks to the apartment I’m renting from a friend, thinking that it must be this neighbourhood that have got me feel so lonely this autumn. I’m a person that is extremely sensitive to my environment, I can be happy, walk into a room with sulky walls ans suddenly turn gloomy. This neighborhood is inhabited by old ladies with expensive furs and small dogs, lonely old ladies and families with parents working for corporate businesses – I know it is to generalize, I live here too right, but these are at least the only people I see. That’s why I was extra super-happy to bump into Moa this night, walking here, feeling this isn’t my place and for the first time feeling I met a friend in the street! Although we don’t even know each other.

It was last Friday we met. i had been running around across town from one photo-job to the other, spending 5-15min at each place to try to get a good picture for the weekends paper. I hadn’t had time to talk much to the reporter about the job and was expecting an older, eccentric woman, writing children’s books. Instead I walked into a person full of colors, in an apartment full of colors and a woman, who looked like a young girl but with the calm of an old woman.

Finally! I felt I had inspiration again. So many jobs these weeks that I’ve completed without feeling satisfaction and without finding any good angles, the times I’ve even have had time to put some heart intoe it I’ve just felt I’ve wanted to run away from there as fast as I’ve got a picture that “work” coz I haven’t had any ideas or visions of how to make it better.

Lady Moe, as she calls her self, artist, writer and illustrator let me into her bubble of creativity and I felt like I wanted to stay there forever. It was like being let into a fairytale of Astrid Lindgren and suddenly the autumn didn’t feel that bad. I shot pictures of her while the reporter was interviewing, some times interrupting and catching the last rays of light before the sun would go down outside the window. When we were done, we hugged like friends and I think both the reporter and I felt like we wanted to linger in the hallway, staying just a few more minutes in that warmth.

Walking home I felt enlightened and strengthened – these people actually exist, Moa’s lifestyle and her apartment was so different to everything else I’ve seen here at Östermalm. She had kids to support but didn’t seem to care about making a lot of money, and at the same time not having money trouble – her paintings she would sell for almost what her canvases cost her since she wanted them to make people happy, that was their purpose. I can’t see any better environment for a kid to grow up in.

I’ve been thinking of Moa the last week and thinking “oh, how I would like to be friends with her”. And so, as an ending to a tired weekend, she appears in the street, just outside the bakery that always radiates with all kinds of irresistible smells. She was smiling from 4 m away but I didn’t recognize her until up close, since she wore a hat and a dark coat. “Heey” she greated me like any friend (almost made me forget where I knew her from, or rather didn’t knew her)  and gave me a big hug, she thanked me for the pictures and I talked a bit about my work, just before going separate ways I felt like that moment when you wish to ask someone out but you don’t know if that person is single and maybe is just being nice to be nice – but since I had her card and she wanted to see my portfolio I told her I would email her. And I will. Right now! (after posting these pictures)

To let Lady Moe inspire you too, look here: http://ladymoe.se/

Thank you for giving my creativity back ;)

Andrea Zalkin

On the train to a meeting in Gothenburg, Sweden, I finally had time to edit some pictures from NYC that I took this year in May – here’s some delicious pics of my friend Andrea. I remember I showed a selection from this photoshoot to the fashion photographer, Vera Varley, that I assisted at the studio in Montreal and she complained about the angle of Andrea’s elbow (which made the arm look fat or something) and the strong contrasts whit the shadows that wasn’t beneficial for a fashion shoot, “you always look better in the shadow, it makes the face more smooth” she said. I listened to her critique but at the same time I’m not a fashion photographer and I like contrasts – it may be very hard for me to look at them from another perspective, since our session was very intense. I arrived at Andrea’s place, setting up some things in her basement for the shoot while she was getting ready – we had 1 hour or so before she had to get to work and I would meet up with a couch-surfer for a tour from Staten Island. We had no good light in the basement and I had left my flash in Montreal so after some experimental shots she goes “Look at that light!!” and get me all excited when I turn around and see the sun light up the staircase outside – I have some amazing analog pics from this stair – I wasn’t as pleased with these digital shots but Andrea was so in it and hooked me on that flow that we got all worked up. She made so much love to that camera that it almost felt like intruding on an intimate moment haha! Her friend Eli came by just as we were firing off in the stairs and like two crazy bitches we went “Don’t disturb us right now!!” – The day before me and Eli had had an epic day, walking all around Manhattan talking sincerly about our lives and families, he was eager to continue that conversation but I snapped him off “Now is not a good moment, can’t u see what’s going down here!!” I said all excited – he got the message and stepped away to have a cigarette while we continued. Until the door slammed shut… F U C K !! The key!! My camera! Andrea’s phone! My stuff! And the front door was also closed, what were we gonna do?!! And then Eli came in handy – after a little frustration and panic attacks he managed to get the door open with a little card-trick… <3 thank u man.

That officially ended the photo shoot, maybe for the best, otherwise we could have continued for hours, until absorbed by the camera (!!)

These pics are gorgeous with a messy edge – just the way I like it, the honest beauty.

Moments and just nice, pretty things – 1.Fuck me, sorry for taking your picture

(snapshot from what eventually be part of “Trippin in NYC)

The moment when this old lady comes at me with her crutch “Fuck u, fuck u, FUCK U” – either because I was holding a camera (although I wasn’t filming her or taking pictures at the moment – I’m a sneaky photographer but I won’t put the lens in strangers faces) or because she thought I was in her way… it took her some time to come close to me and that made it even more threatening – I didn’t know what to do, I was acting as with a grizzly bear – stay passive! She pushed me with her crutch when she passed me and I let out a litte “sorry..?”
And this other girl, hailing a cab, smiled at me and said “Don’t bother, you shouldn’t mess with her, I’ve seen her hit with that thing”