
Lizard in Varanasi | India
In a time where everyone seems to agree that you need ‘a recognizable’ style, your Instagram feed should reflect that ‘branding’, I find this quote by Shamir Tharar, founder of @dishoom, so liberating: ‘Design can be a story’. His book ‘Dishoom – From Bombay with Love’ was beautifully designed by Dave Brown and in an interview on WePresent, he said something that I can totally relate to:
“I’m not a designer who has a house style. I take the brief and I immerse myself and then I throw up what comes out of that immersion.”
This would be the kind of designer I would choose for a project. This is exactly how I want to work. Both in my photography and my designs. I used to work with a graphic designer who has this ‘fixed style’. Doesn’t matter for whom and for what subject she designs, it’s all the same: same style, same colours. She is very proud that you can recognize her ‘branding’ in everything she creates. It totally choked me.
Reading this beautiful article on WePresent made me realize again that indeed: ‘Design can be a story’. Something you tend to forget, if you see everyone around you imitating each other, especially on social media such as Instagram. All these styled, filter bleached look-alikes. It’s horrible! They may well have thousands of followers, but are they creating anything at all? Apart from an audience?
Because I get so many of questions about my photography and editing procedures, I’ve decided to do something new. Soon, I’ll launch a private page where I’ll share all of this and much more. From my editing process to the software I use, from travel prep to gear choices – a peek into my creative process.
Isn't it fascinating how our world has changed? In an era where digital illusions have become the norm, we often find ourselves entangled in a game of ‘real or fake’? Our eyes, once trusted witnesses to reality, have transformed into the first skeptics. With every stunning photo shared online, the question inevitably arises: ‘Is this AI-generated?’
Some flowers, steadfast and proud, still bloom as if holding onto the last remnants of summer's warmth. Others, their petals fading, bow gracefully, surrendering to the change. Yet, there is no sorrow in this slow fading; only beauty, only the richness of colors more vibrant than ever, as though nature has saved its most glorious palette for these final moments.
Today, I lowered my perspective as close to the earth as I could get, and what unfolded before me was nothing short of magic: a miniature chard forest, painted in pinks and greens, shimmering beneath the autumn light.
‘Kabinet wil uitgeprocedeerde Afrikaanse asielzoekers naar Oeganda sturen’, las ik net op de NOS app. ‘We hebben een lange relatie met Oeganda en het is een gastvrij land. En asielminister Faber gaat de mogelijkheden verder uitpluizen’, aldus Minister Klever van Buitenlandse Handel en Ontwikkelingshulp.
Ik heb een kleine kanttekening, mevrouw Klever en mevrouw Faber: De rechten van homoseksuelen in Oeganda zijn een uiterst zorgwekkend mensenrechtenvraagstuk. Oeganda staat wereldwijd bekend om zijn restrictieve en repressieve wetgeving ten aanzien van LGBTQ+-rechten, en homoseksualiteit wordt in het land als strafbaar beschouwd.
I had the pleasure of designing the foundation of Saskia’s website, and she’s personalized it beautifully to reflect her unique approach and expertise. Curious to explore her services or see the new site? You can visit it here.
I'm thrilled to announce that my photograph of praying women in the sacred waters of the Ganga in Varanasi has been selected as a winner in the Life Framer competition! It's an honor to have this moment recognized, and I’m grateful to the judges for acknowledging my work.
We are thrilled to announce that our photo/art book ‘The First Ingredient’ has finally been printed! This labor of love, nearly eight years in the making, is a testament to the dedication and passion of everyone involved in this unique photo project celebrating bakers worldwide.
Each piece seemed to carry a tale, though none could tell me exactly why they lay there, partially concealed, waiting to be discovered. Some spoke of funeral rituals, others of forgotten ceremonies, and a few even spun wild tales of the ocean’s whims. Yet, in the absence of answers, I found a deeper allure. The mystery of these '𝐬𝐞𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐬', became a silent dialogue between the land, the sea, and the women that once wore them.