28/05/2026
This post has been on my mind for some time already. I just haven’t found the right words for it.
I started photographing to preserve memories. To remember how things were and to immortalise moments. Now, my main work is to make people feel seen and showing them how beautiful they are and how beautiful the small moments in life can be.
But in the beginning, one thing inspired me the most: my grandmother. All the untold stories written on her face. All the scars and the life she had lived showing on her body. She was my first muse, a powerhouse who lived through war, raised four children, said goodbye to the love of her life in her 60s, and still loved life. She was the inspiration for my work, and for many things in my life really.
And this is why this feels important to share right now.
What I loved about photographing her were those wrinkles. That toothless grin. She carried her whole life so visibly, and that’s what made her so beautiful to me. Her personality, her features, all the things that made her uniquely her. That’s one of the most beautiful things in life. That we all look different. Our personal features, our little imperfections, the things that set us apart. Perfect is boring. It’s our flaws, our stories, the marks life leaves on us, that make us human and unique. How boring would this world be if we all looked the same?
What I’m trying to say is that nowadays, so many people are trying to chase the same look, trying to make wrinkles and signs of life disappear from their faces. And I’m no different. It’s scary to start looking older while still feeling young inside.
I think this is, most importantly, a reminder to myself. Even if I can’t always see that same beauty on my own face, someone else might. And that is what I try to chase in my work too.
