Recently I had a talk with a curator. The conversation was such that it hit me with a complete rethinking of everything I've done in photography over the past years.

Right now, for obvious reasons, there are no new trips and no fresh material. And I'm not really used to sitting idle. So I decided to go through my archives and try to look at my old shots from a different angle.

The experience, to be honest, is sobering. In some places, I'm genuinely embarrassed by my past self. But it's not a feeling of defeat, rather a strange sense of relief. Like a veil has been lifted. I realized that this forced pause wasn't in vain. I'm not just sitting around doing nothing—I'm learning to see again. And when I can finally go out shooting again, I hope I'll be looking with completely different eyes.

So today I'm posting old shots here. For me, this is no longer just an archive, but an important point of reference.

See what came of it 👇