in sweden, early morning, malmö. on the way to shoot the wedding i walked into a coffee place. the girl behind the bar whispered (not so silently) to her colleague "oh my god, i know her!!". she must have confused me with someone, thought i was famous.
i spent the rest of my visit to the coffee place dreaming of being famous. a famous writer.
the opposites of man-made stripes and nature-made fragrant pink rose on a walk to visit my grandmother.
opposites are funny and attract
in Seved, the not so attractive part of Malmö
looking for a home
sweden loves it
falafel. my grandmother lived here since the 60's and she has no idea what falafel means.
back on the island, i decided to take a look at the legendary Cafe del Mar.
it was mostly just boring, overrated, and full of tourists paying prices that could feed an afghanistani village.
i paid €5 for a Fanta Limon.
Punta Galera and Xucla is happy in the water
The sandstones are shining with sun
Hot, topless sunset
Silhouettes on the rocks
i made a wish for Buddha
finding stuff on the roads of the island
hiding from the pressure and the heat
visiting the other world, the one called San Antonio
worlds away and 10 minutes away
a beautiful sunset after a long day's work
a beautiful sunrise after a long night's dancing
resting, thinking, making sense of chaos
an afternoon out
missing appointments for catching the moment