Happy and truly grateful to have my photo essay about Istanbul - A Mosaic of Dreams - published by @lensculture
Please find the link with all the images in the bio.
In the last 5 years since I started doing photography, I have sought to develop my visual culture through photo books and zines, considering this aspect perhaps more important than photography itself. I chose to support independent publications as much as possible. One of my favorites was @bumpbooks , for the diversity and quality of published authors.
A few years later, I had the immense honor of being invited by @davidsolomons to publish my soul project "Waste Side Story" under this publishing house.
The joy is all the greater as the visual stories of the beautiful people of Pata will thus reach an international audience, which, I want to believe, will look with gentler and more understanding eyes towards this community.
The zine was printed in the UK, contains 32 pages and 25 images, is published in an edition of 200 copies and can be ordered from the BumpBooks website: link in bio
Cluj, Romania | May 2026
Some snapshots taken during StreetPhoto Freestyle workshop at @onemayjam.concrete.events .
We celebrated the hip hop culture through all elements, we had acappela walks, educative photo battles, one to one sessions, freestyle shoots and lots of fun.
Thanks a bunch for the trust @denisahreamata@holmogigi and @singular.snapshot_ and for expressing your vision sooo beautiful and honest during this experience. Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! 🙏🏻 📷 ❤️
Holy Week | Maramureș, Romania | April 2026
In Maramureș, time and tradition speak through people.
Holy Week in Orthodox faith, deep inside Maramureș coutry side, brings a rhythm felt in small gestures and long silences. Inside the homes, Easter bread is kneaded with patience, like a ritual passed from hand to hand. The “snow of the lambs" feels like a quiet echo of angelic stories. Cleaning becomes a form of preparation, both inward and outward, a process that goes beyond the visible and reaches something deeper.
In churches, light falls gently over people who seem anchored in a meaning older than themselves. The days unfold slowly, with a soft gravity, with humility and faith, leading toward the night of the Resurrection; a moment when silence gains weight, and then everything opens with the light, into a shared breath.
On the first day of Easter, color returns. Clothes change, faces brighten, games begin. Life resumes its course, yet it carries a different density, as if everything has passed through a subtle transformation.
I was welcomed into all these moments with a rare kind of human kindness. Doors opened without hesitation, and my presence was accepted with a natural ease that brought me closer to people than words ever could. For a few days, I felt part of that rhythm, that time, that community.
The whole experience stayed with me as a personal reflection on simple and essential things: patience, care, community, renewal, and above all, love. A cycle that goes beyond faith, touching the way we sometimes find ourselves again through others.
This series speaks about all of this, but most of all about the way life always finds its way back to light.
Christ is risen!
Fărșang funeral | Rimetea, Romania | March 2026
Each early March, the quiet village of Rimetea awakens to an old ritual meant to bid farewell to winter. Whips crack through the narrow streets, music echoes between the white houses, and a strange procession slowly moves through the village.
This is Fărșang, a carnival-like funeral where winter itself is laid to rest. At its center lies the symbolic coffin of Fărșang Döme, carried through the streets before being destroyed in the village square — a playful yet powerful way of sending winter away and welcoming the coming of spring.
For one day, order softens and the village becomes a stage of characters, humor and small acts of theatre.
In this series I found myself following a few of the characters played by children from Rimetea foster home. Moving between play and performance, they brought a quiet, honest energy to the procession — reminding me that traditions survive not only through ritual, but through the people who step into them, even if just for a day.
