Today the idea of limiting the number of photos you take during a photoshoot is… It doesn't make sense. Memory cards are cheap. Storage is cheap. And of course shooting more photos means more opportunities to get something special. Right? Yes. Well, kind of. It’s not as simple as that.
After years on the road I’ve realised – it's rare that a place is ever as good as everyone says it is. Even more rare that it exceeds what you heard. Georgia however has been one of those places.
Belarus is a country that few people outside of Europe know. There are not many reasons for an outsider to know it, to be totally honest. As for me, it’s where I was born.
Imagine you're asked to photograph at one of your favourite destinations. It's for a company you really like. You get to use a camera that’s not even released yet and you’re given plenty of creative freedom. On top of everything, you get paid well too.
To immerse myself in the luscious, green mountain scenery just one more time. To experience the worry free small-town-life. My journey through Colombia was winding down and this is what I wanted to do before leaving.
There are places that everyone tells you to avoid and there are places that EVERYONE tells you to go to. So far I’d been mostly visiting the “don’t go there places” in Colombia and had a great time. Over the years I've found that to generally be the case.
It was pitch black outside, but the weak kerosene lamp in the nakamal provided just enough light to see the excited expression on his face. I touched on topics that were dear to him – tradition and culture. There was no better person to tell me about these than chief Ayar Rantes.
Despite all the warnings of the impossible roads and the supposedly dangerous locals I made it to La Punta Gallinas and, I loved it. With the years I've come to appreciate the remoteness of places like these. There's something special in getting away from the masses, from the traffic and the noise.
"Don’t go! You’ll get lost! The road is horrible! There are bad people! ”For a few seconds the words of the hotel owner's wife made me a little concerned and then… they made me want to go even more.
Everything that I imagined Colombia to be, seems to have come to life in a strange, but pleasant way. The music, the parties, the laid-back attitude (at least so far, on the coast).
I fell in love with the Braslav region in Belarus when I first arrived here 7 years ago. I’ve been coming back every other year since.
I’ve been back in India for 2 full days so far. I’ve quickly been reminded why I love it so much. Why it’s so frustrating and why there’s no other country like it.
From Cappadocia we headed to the North of Turkey. A quick border crossing to Georgia and back had Tanya’s visa renewed. Georgia is a country which I really, really want to travel around, but, when it’s warmer and less wet.
A bit over a week ago I conceived the somewhat crazy idea of popping over to Portugal and bringing my Landrover to Turkey. Portugal is over 4000 km from Turkey, which is not that close. By comparison, the furthest I'd driven into Africa from Europe was less than 3000 km, to Senegal