Mez Dumas Photography

Mez Dumas Photography Berlin based photographer from NYC

A decade of flashing the Photoautomat
03/09/2026

A decade of flashing the Photoautomat

I was born on a Friday. You died on a Monday. This show is dedicated to the space in between. An hour to slow down, list...
23/08/2026

I was born on a Friday. You died on a Monday. This show is dedicated to the space in between. An hour to slow down, listen, and sit with whatever feelings find you here.

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Orsi, in the final month of her pregnancy, shaking out a sheet in her studio (September, 2025)
13/08/2026

Orsi, in the final month of her pregnancy, shaking out a sheet in her studio (September, 2025)

USA photo dump 🇺🇸First time back in 4 years. It’s a strange feeling to discover how quickly familiarity can turn into es...
11/08/2026

USA photo dump 🇺🇸

First time back in 4 years. It’s a strange feeling to discover how quickly familiarity can turn into estrangement, and how much of “home”/Heimat is really just the people you find there.

ATL/Austin/New Hampshire/NYC

Grief, a Self-Portrait (2026)Someone once asked me why I often make n**e self-portraits.I’ve always thought of nudity as...
04/08/2026

Grief, a Self-Portrait (2026)

Someone once asked me why I often make n**e self-portraits.

I’ve always thought of nudity as the ultimate expression of vulnerability. By stripping away the visual language of clothing and identity, the body becomes a vessel for emotion alone. It’s the closest I’ve come to visual honesty.

The final film photograph I made of Nug.

Back in NYC for a good time, not a long time. Playing million goods this Sunday. Come early, stay late, say hi. See you ...
23/06/2026

Back in NYC for a good time, not a long time. Playing million goods this Sunday. Come early, stay late, say hi. See you there ✨

Part I: The DreamToday would have been Nugget’s 16th birthday.When I was 19 years old I dreamed that I had a beautiful, ...
08/06/2026

Part I: The Dream

Today would have been Nugget’s 16th birthday.

When I was 19 years old I dreamed that I had a beautiful, fluffy orange cat named Nugget. I was living in Brooklyn and desperately trying to adopt a cat. Every shelter seemed to think I was too young, too broke, or too unstable. Then, through a completely ridiculous chain of events, my mom met a hoarder woman who had a litter of sick kittens.

She sent me photos (the second pic here is my very first photo of Nug).

The kitten wasn’t fluffy like the cat from my dream, but without thinking I said: “Save the orange one.”

That tiny, sick kitten grew into the cat from my dream who would be my best friend for the next sixteen years.

Looking back, it feels less like I found Nugget and more like she found me.

Part II: We Grew Up Together

Snug was with me from 19 to 35 and she made the same journey I did: from Atlanta to NYC to...
08/06/2026

Part II: We Grew Up Together

Snug was with me from 19 to 35 and she made the same journey I did: from Atlanta to NYC to Berlin.

She survived flat parties, bad roommates, terrible boyfriends, career changes, heartbreaks, pandemics, and countless existential crises.

She knew me when I was a broke college kid. She knew me when I was partying too much. She knew me when I was building a career, buying a home, lifting weights, and figuring out who I wanted to be.

People talk about pets being part of your life but this little orange kitty wasn’t just part of my life, she was there for almost half of it. Every major chapter has her sitting somewhere close by: on a windowsill, in an open suitcase, curled up on my lap, pawing at my arm, or sleeping on my hip.

Nug met every version of me.

Part III: Until We Meet Again

Nug passed away at 16:04 on May 11th in my arms. This was supposed to be your birthday p...
08/06/2026

Part III: Until We Meet Again

Nug passed away at 16:04 on May 11th in my arms.

This was supposed to be your birthday post. Instead, it’s the first one without you.

I still catch myself looking toward your favorite spots in the apartment. I still expect to hear your meows in the morning and when I open a can of tuna, or step around you while I make my morning coffee. Sometimes I swear I see a flash of orange out of the corner of my eye.

The grief has been bigger than I knew was possible. But so was the love.

You crossed an ocean to stay by my side. You made every place feel like home. You carried me through some of the darkest periods of my life without ever knowing it.

Thank you for sixteen years of companionship, comfort, and unconditional love.

I hope I’m still finding your fur on my clothes twenty years from now.

I know you’ll find me again one day.

Forever Nugs, my love 🧡

Flowers for S
04/05/2026

Flowers for S

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