Sometimes, when I look back at images I made in the past, especially the ones I didn’t like or didn’t fully understand at the time, I now see them differently.
Maybe it is because my own style is becoming clearer to me. Maybe my understanding of photography has changed. Maybe my eye has improved enough to recognize something I could not see before.
What once felt unfinished, random, or not quite good enough now sometimes feels more honest than I realized. There is something in that looseness. A kind of organic chaos. A moment before the thinking takes over.
We forget to play, we forget to just shoot with the flow and we forget to create unconditionally.
This is a reminder to not forget that.
Lost In Minds
Cape Town, 2016
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🍴 Pop-Up Kitchen by @_danymal
📸 Photo Exhibition by @m__rupp
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All happening at Flow.Art.Ink
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The Blind Barista.
Recent work as DOP with director @dewald_brand
In a small town in the heart of the Western Cape, one man is redefining what’s possible. Joseph Matheatau is South Africa’s first qualified blind barista - and this is his story.
Filmed over a week in Worcester, South Africa, ‘The Blind Barista’ is a short documentary that follows Joseph’s remarkable journey: the training, the craft, and the quiet determination behind every cup of coffee he makes.
The Blind Barista ,
Recent work as DOP with director @dewald_brand
In a small town in the heart of the Western Cape, one man is redefining what’s possible. Joseph Matheatau is South Africa’s first qualified blind barista - and this is his story.
Filmed over a week in Worcester, South Africa, ‘The Blind Barista’ is a short documentary that follows Joseph’s remarkable journey: the training, the craft, and the quiet determination behind every cup of coffee he makes.
Fighters in the Storm,
28.01.26 Costa da Caparica
Amidst the several severe storms that have hit Costa de Caparica in January and February of 2026, this man was there a couple days of the week building and rebuilding his crocodile out of sand. It’s crafted onto a little mountain of sand that the bulldozers have swiped up to the side whilst clearing the promenade of sand. The next storm and rain washed it all away, then some days passed and the man and the crocodile appeared again, no fussed by the weather, fighting the storms.
Fuck You, Photoman!
An ongoing project, exploring how street photography can invade personal space and how the photographed may respond with anger, resistance, or confrontation.
#fuckyouphotoman #streetphotography #documetaryphotography
This photographic documentary project about the Arte Xávega fishermen was made on the beach in Costa da Caparica, the place I now call home. When I first moved here four years ago, I watched the boats heading out and the tractors parked on the sand at sunset. It all looked beautiful to me, almost cinematic, with the seagulls circling in the last light. I took so many photos back then. I walked past, pointed the camera, captured, collected, and took the image from them. I stole it.
What I saw as beauty was simply the life of others. A life far from mine, and all I could do was romanticise it.
Four years later that pull was still there. But time had passed, and I could finally see it with some clarity. I wanted to make the photograph again, but this time together with the fishermen. With consent. I asked, and I was accepted.
It was not about me or my trophy image. It was about their work, their rhythm, and their willingness to let me be there. Over time I became part of the background, not in the way of anything, not a disturbance. Simply present, trusted, allowed to take part.
Because of that, I strongly felt that the images needed to be printed and made physical. They needed to exist off a screen, to be held, turned, seen. To become real in the same way those days felt real.
It became a book you can open and close, something that can sit on a shelf or on a table, something that carries those moments with some weight.
I hope more projects like this come my way in the future. The kind where photographing feels like a form of play, rooted in trust, where the people in front of the lens want you there and you want to be there with them. A relationship.
It is about connection, community, and trust. As a foreigner trying to speak their language and trying to belong, this project showed me that words only go so far, but trying to speak them matters.
What carried this work was intention, respect, and kindness. When everyone understands each other without having to say much, it becomes something rare. This is something I will keep with me and a learning that will strongly Influence my work going forward.
