Stockholm in black and white

… and geometrical.

Stockholm

From some time now I’ve been noticing how people are really scared of failure, of seeking help (mostly in the workplace), finally of moving on and experiment. I’m not a good example of risk-taking (most of the time) but I do love to evolve, to move, to learn new things, I wouldn’t want to become … well, squared. I like to embrace accidents like this one. They might hide something magnificent.

 

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Coffee time

I spend most of my time in different cafés, looking through my camera the clients, the mood, the coffee, all the stories that pop up into my mind while drinking a good served coffee. I always carry around a notebook, my fountain pen and the old analogue camera I got in a street market. I could use a smartphone but I feel it kills part of the fun, as I firmly believe that some things take time and the only way to enjoy them is by slowing down our steps.

The Red House

My earliest memories are from this red house. I remember being there in the hot summer days, lazing around with nothing more to worry about than having fun and drink lemonade. We used to go to the lake to swim when the heat was unbearable. We would spend all day together and yet we wouldn’t get tired of each other. I remember the happiness of the first day in the Red House, sleeping with the sounds of the animals at night, the scent of the nature and the soft babbling of the nearby river. Every time I see this photograph I hear the calm of the house and the noises of the laughs.