There’s something about digging through the archives that feels like time travel. I found these unreleased frames from a moody afternoon last autumn and couldn’t believe they’d been sitting on a hard drive for so long. The grain, the leather, and that specific October light it all came rushing back. Better late than never.
in frame: @nankatsk
This is a snippet from my new visual diary at the Bruder-Klaus Chapel. Using the Nothing Phone (4a) Pro allowed me to move through the space almost invisibly, focusing on the light and the charred textures of the concrete.
@nothing
Silk is a ghost that gives the wind a body.
A reimagining of a winter’s day in a studio that no longer exists. Re-editing these felt like finding a letter I wrote to myself but forgot to mail.
Falling up, or perhaps just letting go.
Elmosódott arcok, éles emlékképek. Az Imago Mundi nem csak játszott, ott hagyott valamit a falak között.
/ @imagomundi_official
Blurred faces, vivid echoes. Imago Mundi didn’t just perform, they left a piece of themselves between the graffiti and the noise.
shot with Fujifilm X100S
A yellow box suspended by a thread.
A blue room with no walls.
We spend our lives building the grid,
then we spend our days looking for the gaps in between.
I’m just here to record the silence.
Last night was historical: we won the election with a huge majority. We took back our country and our future! 🇭🇺
(P.S.: I didn’t have my camera on me, so these are just phone shots, but I hope they capture the vibe.)
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Április 12. – A nap, amikor visszakaptuk a hazánkat.
Kimentünk az utcára, és elvettük, ami a miénk: a jogot egy normális életre. Tegnap éjjel lebontottuk a falakat, amik évtizedek óta elzártak minket a világtól. Nem akarok többé repülőjegyekről és menekülésről hallani, mostantól az itthon maradásról és az építkezésről fogunk beszélni.
Köszönöm mindenkinek, aki elment, aki hitt benne, és aki nem hagyta, hogy mások írják meg a történetét. Ez a mi közös sikerünk. ❤️🤍💚
(ui.: nem volt nálam fényképező, szóval ezek csak telefon képek, de a hangulatot talán átadják)
Done carrying the weight.
A week with Phone (4a) Pro. One unibody of aircraft-grade aluminum. One periscope lens. One week of deconstructing the streets of Cologne.
It’s a reset for my workflow. Less noise, more clarity.
Swipe to see why I’m switching.
Unboxing and full thoughts are live now on my channel.
@nothing
We spend our lives moving through the lines someone else drew for us, rarely stopping to see the beauty in the barriers. The scaffolding, the grids, the cold blue of a stranger’s coat, they are all part of a larger, slower pulse. It’s about being present enough to feel the weight of the air before it shifts, capturing the geometry of a place that is constantly trying to forget itself.
We spend our lives walking over these patterns, ignoring the rhythm of the brick and the labor of the hands that laid them. But for a few minutes every afternoon, the sun turns the sidewalk into a stage, and every shadow becomes a silent performer.
This kind of stillness always feels fragile.
Like it could disappear the moment you try to define it.
So I try not to interfere too much. Model @rozinalugosi
Studio @studioastoria.hu
Shot with @omsystemhu
This kind of stillness always feels fragile.
Like it could disappear the moment you try to define it.
So I try not to interfere too much. Model @rozinalugosi
Studio @studioastoria.hu
Shot with @omsystemhu
