This is my man, Stefan. Actually he does not like when I take pictures of him, well, at least not that often as I do and never when he is naked… Okay, accepted. More or less. If you have a closer look at my home, you can find him here and there and who is wearing clothes under the shower?
Due to the fact I can give him camera and films, he has a lomohome, too: smokeshanne. Share some lomo love!
During the long nights around Christmas, the China Light Utrecht Festival was held in my hometown. On our visit, I brought my trustworthy Nikon F80 to shoot some pictures. Finally, the rolls came back from the lab recently and I was stunned by the results!
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A weekend without a lomowalk seems bad, at least for me. One Saturday morning, I decided to join my friends in their lomowalk. It was all cloudy at first but it didn't stop me from going out and walking. I brought my new Nikon FM2 and some expired rolls, just to test my camera. Was it just me being sleepy, or was my Nikon FM2 acting up? My photos turned out grainy, pale, and, in my opinion, looking so 1990s?
Every year in the beginning of September, a small Italian town situated a few miles from my city of Como hosts an ancient fair dedicated to the Virgin Mary: the Fair of Our Lady of Rogoredo. This series of images fresh from my darkroom was taken using a roll of HP5+ film loaded inside my wonderful Horizon Perfekt.
For three months last year, I traveled to 11 cities of eight Southeast Asian countries. My first destination from my hometown of Seoul was Vietnam. After 10 days in Hanoi, I joined a group tour to Sapa, an area known for its hill tribes. This is a photo story of my two days and one night in this remote but vibrant place.
My dad and I have been riding our bicycles for as long as I can remember. We had no camera back then, so I only have the pictures from our recent rides. Each ride to the island of Khortitsa today is like a reunion with my childhood and my father's care.