I grew up with rock, hard rock, and heavy metal. That’s where much of my vision and style comes from. I only picked up my first guitar a couple of years ago—and I just mess around with it, because saying I ‘play’ would be an insult to real guitarists—but the spirit of rock has been with me since forever. Rock is intensity, freedom, and authenticity. It’s about having the guts to go your own way, without worrying about pleasing everyone or following the rules. This spirit drives every part of my life, and naturally, my photography too.
My work often operates in a space that’s associated with glamour, but I’ve never cared for the superficiality or showiness. I’m not drawn to the spotlight, fancy parties, or proving anything to anyone. I appreciate elegance and attention to detail, but I never chase empty appearances. I’m drawn to what’s raw, real, intense—qualities I also find in rock. My photography rides that razor edge between good and bad taste.
The contrast between my rock soul and the glamour world I navigate shows in my images. I’m never after a polished aesthetic: my photos search for essence, that primal energy and freedom rock stands for. The women I photograph embody the same spirit: strong, sensual, independent. I like strong women, those who scare many men. They don’t represent emptiness, but strength and authenticity.
My photos are my self-portrait, true to who I am. I don’t shift with trends, I don’t conform to groupthink, and I reject the sick ideology of political correctness. Every image carries a part of me, a reflection of my inner contrast between the raw and the refined, between rebellion and elegance. This is rock.
