Magic of Bosnia

Last week I had an opportunity to work on a project for amazing people from Funky Guerrilla and

while driving through Bosnia I witnessed its magic. We drove through Bosnia for four days and

visited places like Jajce, Kupres, Sarajevo, Mostar, Vlašić and others. As I dont want to uncover the

project we were working on ill just post some photos here of the magic Bosnian landscape for you to enjoy.

When the project finishes Ill let you see the final work that this cooperation made.



Skies over Berlin

I am more of a country boy but I fell for Berlin. I fell for its parks, beautiful U-bahns, the sheer  randomness of the city

and its inhabitants. Berlin is a beautiful caricature of diversity in urban places. A place where history and people meet.

Amazingly different architecture makes you see that Berlin was a lot of places merged into one. It is comforting to see

people smiling on subways and dancing in the parks. The constant changing weather and the unending flow of traffic

and people make the chaos that is Berlin complete. Here is a little gallery of my vision of Berlin. Enjoy.



Best summer of my life (part 1)

Since the 2016 started, I had a good feeling about it and that it would be a meaningful year. The summer of 2016 proved I was right. I had one of the best summers of my life with so much happening that it was borderline funny 🙂 … My summer started way before the actual summer, but thats because of my way of life. My summer of 2016 started out with a feeling of Utopia.

With Boom 2016.

And as I am a big believer that photographs tell you  so much more than words can here is a small gallery from Boom festival that hopefully will let you experience the love that has been spread there all the time with friends one could only wish for.



Bodach an Stòrr (Old man of Storr)

There are some places I visited that made me just stop look listen and experience. The Storr is one of those few places. Lets see what Wikipedia has to say about The Storr:

The Storr (Scottish Gaelic: An Stòr)is a rocky hill on the Trotternish peninsula of the Isle of Skye in Scotland. The hill presents a steep rocky eastern face overlooking the Sound of Raasay, contrasting with gentler grassy slopes to the west.”

It was already noon when we were going towards The Storr and to be honest as I`we seen the photos online before we even went to expedition I wasn`t expecting much more than a touristy place. I was sooo wrong. Entering the place from the car park you pass the gate and have a 30ish minute climb towards the Storr which I used for a  wannabe little workout. As I came closer I could feel the greatness of the Storr more and more.

Coming next to The old man of Storr just made me stop, take my earphones off and listen and look in ave. It was like entering a natures cathedral. There weren`t many people so I had no distraction and just looked up at the wonder of nature itself. There are so many layers of time presented in those “stones” that its really hard to comprehend at the moment, but looking back  I feel very humbled to have had an opportunity to visit that place.

For the next hour or two I was just walking around the site marveling. It is really one of the few places I visited that made me almost cry of happiness and I didn`t use my camera as AK47 shooting at anything but was looking at the place and looking for the light. We were really lucky that we had  amazing weather which just gave us the opportunity to take some amazing shots. We decided to sleep in the car and come back when the sun will be rising.

We woke up around 3am got ready, took our equipment and went hiking back up to the old man of store. The moon was still up and there weren`t  many clouds but we felt that the sunrise will be magical. And so it was. Looking at the first rays of sun hitting The Storr and coloring the heavy slow clouds dripping from the back of it was a sight I think I`ll never forget. I am sure that The old man of Storr is a place I will go back to, and Im sure that every time I do come back Ill find a million more details than the last time.


Glasgow lanes

Strolling through Glasgow I was watching the river of people passing by and travelling through their own galaxies not minding these amazing lanes that were like the veins that connected the main streets. How many things happened here? How many people loved here? How many people cried here? These lanes are full of real or made up stories and the beauty of them is that you can make up your own story for each lane. So what do these lanes tell you? What happened there?