Circus came to town and I got the assignment. As with many photographers I know, right after a food shoot (where I get to eat the product) the ‘go and see what you find’ type of an assignment is my favorite. (more…)
The Abu Dhabi Film Festival wrapped up last week leaving me feeling refreshed in terms of shooting. I got to cover it with nothing but my iPhone. (more…)
Each year I fly home for vacation to Slovakia, where I am proclaimed too skinny and busy by my mother and a bit strange by everyone else in the family. Except for uncle Janko and aunt Zuzka who say that I look good and seem to have no opinion about mental normalcy. (more…)
Last year, bathing in the late-summer sunlight, takes a quiet moment away from his birthday party.
This is my first ramadan. Last week I shot a small feature on one of Abu Dhabi’s neighborhoods, Khalidiya. I wondered its streets from sunrise to and well pass sundown for a few days observing its tempo and character. (more…)
We’ve all had the portrait shoots where one is given one to three minutes to shoot; and while they surely sharpen a photographer’s decision-making and speed of execution, I have to say that they’re not my favorites. (more…)
A young girl reaches out to cool herself in the mist stream as the tourist train she rides quietly sneaks through the cobble-stoned streets at the Al Ain Zoo. I photographed her while shooting a small feature on Al Ain, an ancient oasis city on the Oman/UAE border. (more…)
This image was taken with my phone while on a train to Eastern Slovakia. It was in the fall; yet I kept staring at it today remembering the spring back home: fragrant with the rain and fresh foliage, potent with life, crisp after the sunset. (more…)
A pool full of debris and a burned-out car stand in as memento of Tunisia’s January revolution, in which the popular uprising forced then political elite to flee the country. This looted house once belonged to Houssem Trabelsi, the youngest brother of Leila, Zine el Abidine Ben Ali’s wife. Many of the despoiled houses remain open for the passersby’s reminiscent perusal or further contribution to the demise of once fancy property. (more…)
This is Zuzka. She is my grand aunt. She loves taking care of her older brother and enjoys coffee and cake. She is afraid of snakes and strangers.
A most wonderful thing happened yesterday. A young friend, a 9-year-old spunky, tomboy-meets-fashion-diva girl and I swung on a salvaged beige swing in a matured evening light. We chatted about moving cool new places, future birthday parties, and designing her first dress.
Making Pictures got its name from my past, where I allowed the space for creativity of a different kind.
Continuing with Death Boom:
Suzanne lays down to sleep next to Pinky as she and her four sisters begin their life without their mother alive.
Everyone knew the time was near. They’ve come and gone, bringing prayers and leaving goodbyes. As the hospice daily shuffle wound down to a soft, yet still cold, March evening, Pauline “Pinky” Jones died in the loving company of her two youngest daughters, twins Elise and Suzanne. (more…)
Colors are often assigned special meaning in daily life. Red means stop, green means go, pink was punk, and black is too. (more…)
A young man walks accross the Tehran’s Azadi Square a mere month before the Iranian, islamic-era monument became a witness to daily protests by the Tehrani people in response to possibly “miscounted” electoral votes of last week’s presidential election. (more…)