To Be a Kid Again
To Be a Kid Again. Cusco, Peru, a nice afternoon in December. I lean over the bridge. Observe...
To Be a Kid Again. Cusco, Peru, a nice afternoon in December. I lean over the bridge. Observe...
Peru…the word itself has taken on a rather magical meaning. In 2011 and 2012 I spent some time...
Time Not normally one to keep track of time at all, time is not the boss of me....
I recently made two Blurb books, two new mini portfolios. The idea is to always carry these books,...
Bolivia, Santa Cruz de la Sierra, December 2011. The camera stares at, grins at me lying on my...
Crowded, chaotic, anarcy, action, trading, food, smells, clothes, spices, people, shouting, more people, people everywhere. And in Santa...
DOKUMENTAR is Danish for documentary — the rest of the Danish language is not quite that easy. I...
El Gringo. Gringo fotógrafo. I am the only gringo in my barrio. I carry a camera, wander the...
Futbol. Football. Soccer. Fussball. Fodbold. The greatest game in the world has many names, but few places with...
The limited edition of Diario del Perú is now sold out — you can still buy the book...
Normally it takes me about 30 minutes to assemble a limited edition of Diario del Perú and get...
PERU. It crawled under my skin. Affected my soul. Four weeks in Peru deeply touched the somewhat jaded...
“As long as I keep walking towards the mountain I will be alright” — from Neil Gaiman’s incredibly...
It had proved to be surprisingly hard. Almost everyone said no. Some people even ducked and escaped the...
Street photography. Look it up in the dictionary and it could say: ‘See Henri Cartier-Bresson and his decisive...
Our spaceship made quite an impression in the ground when we landed here, is my first thought as...
Prints, prints, glorious prints. Presently fifteen 6×8 prints and 185 much smaller prints, all from my Peru work,...
Bolivia. Santa Cruz. Tropical heat and humidity. Wandering around possibly the largest and craziest market I have ever...