Quite a Few Euros Later
I loved working with Polaroid film, the original kind, the stuff that felt like it had a pulse.
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Within Reach
From the vast rocks of Joshua Tree to the confines of an armchair, Kat always found her place—and gave me something worth photographing. *Within Reach* is a personal look back at her remarkable understanding of shape and space, and the pleasure of making these images together.
I can see, but once I was blind…
The photographs depended on St. Merrique’s contribution. A turn, a reach, a shift in balance could change the entire figure. I watched through the camera, but she was finding the movements that gave me something to see.
The space between things – I
A table, a chair, a body, and the distances between them. Working with Fredau, a familiar collaborator, I wanted to give solitude a shape—and make a photograph that someone else could enter.
The space between things — II: A little closer
After the room and its distances, I moved closer to Fredau. The mood followed us into smaller gestures: a turn of the head, a hand resting on an arm, a face partly hidden by hair. Our familiarity left room for quiet, and for what could remain unsaid.
D’épuiser la lumière — Exhausting the Light
Paris. Someone else’s house for the day. You step in, there’s the narrow hallway, the stairs rising out of it, and a single everyday bulb doing its best.
Medienhafen, framing it from memory
That day had one purpose, pinhole photos, nothing else.
Domburg: One Negative, Several Lives
An invitation, a winter beach and a Holga pinhole camera. How a photograph taken in 2015 ended up as black-and-white, lith and cyanotype prints – and why the mood counted for more than the detail.
Dennis with Flowers, Rebecca with Flowers
Mapplethorpe’s Dennis with Flowers stayed with me. Working with Rebecca, I wanted to make a female counterpart. The photograph became my favourite from the session, won a submission almost five months later, and belonged to a body of work I kept returning to in the darkroom.
A vase, a winter weekend
That vase had been with me for years, the kind of thing you stop noticing because it’s always there. Then I opened the cupboard one day and, for no big reason, thought, I’ll mess around with it for a bit.