"Life is worth dying for."
Roofs of Manchester, England.
I’m leaving you this image of Manchester as I’ll be shooting in Sweden till Monday next.
Enjoy the weather, come rain or shine.
A quiet, beautiful morning in Marseille.
I’ve worked closely with WTC (not the twin tower one) for a number of years now, been to many races in Europe. Despite the same format of the event, each host city offers a unique experience.
The light, the air, the sound or the lack of it, the people and the ambience.
The morning before the swim start has it all in the mix.
Streets of Marseille.
Despite being nearly robbed from driving in Marseille two years ago, I decided not to let the “near miss” experience deterred my second trip last month.
It is unmistakably French, but feels more diverse. Marseille is a big city with a rich history sit on a beautiful spot by the Mediterranean and filled with loud noises. The light is warm, but colours are a tad faded; the streets are bustling, yet you can’t smell prosperity in the air. Everything was maintained, not improved.
I came across this fellow sitting in the bench by the fort, face buried in arms, in complete stillness, under the noon day sun. Was it the heat? The boredom? The fight with his lover? The despair? Maybe he was just resting.
Comparing with the soap entrepreneur rocking his boat (in the first photo), lives in the same ancient, bustling city of Marseille, are clearly drifting apart.
Three is the magic number, Conwy Bay, North Wales, 2014
Mallorca streets from dusk to midnight, 2014
Piazza Navona under painterly sky at sunset, Roma 2013
Venetian street vendors at night, 2013
Much of my work involves travel, mostly in and around Europe in recent years. Because of it, I visited many European airports, small or large, willingly or not.
Airports are fascinating spaces that carefully crafted for commuting passengers dotting from point to point. To what purposes it tried to achieve I still don’t know, but people often look out of place when they are so helplessly “trapped” after security check, before boarding.
The above images are from Schiphol, Amsterdam.
Pescara sea front.
Little did I know, none of those good looking parasols were reserved for visiting tourists. They are all allocated to the local residents individually over summer periods.
You will need to call dips on the exact parasol, specify the periods, pay up, then simply visiting the same spot whenever you feel like.
Certainly an interesting way to secure your “sun” in the summer, or shade.