Met this cute little furball the other day during a walk in Bangkok. A long time ago while living in GÃ¶teborg (Sweden), I owned a cat called Sir Humphrey. Cats are truly intriguing and beautiful animals. They look so smart and have an air of awareness that’s unlike any other domesticated creature. Shot with the Fuji x100s.
Took a short break from city life and spent an excellent evening enjoying dinner with friends and a restful night in the coastal town of Hua Hin. Stayed at a beachfront hotel where they serve one of those delightfully abundant breakfasts a few feet from the South China Sea. Even their standard java was tasty. The ride to and from Bangkok was uneventful and I had plenty of time (3hrs) to catch up with a few of my favorite podcasts; Accidental Tech Podcast, This American Life, Fresh Air with Terry Gross, 60 Minutes, RadioLab, The New Yorker and The Talk Show.
From this morning’s juicing session. Hydrated almonds, organic, unsweetened coconut milk, sweet potato, Thai kale (PÌháº¡k khanÌÄ), broccoli, celery, papaya and carrots â all add up to a super smooth and tasty morning beverage. Surprisingly, my morning drink is not only filling â it also provides more than enough energy to keep me going until lunch. Choosing a “break (the) fast” that’s relatively easy for the body to absorb and make use of, makes perfect sense to me. One final note before I move on from this juicing orgy. The sound the Hurom makes as it crushes, grinds and presses vegetables and fruits, is almost cinematic in a brutal kind of way. Makes you almost feel a little sorry for the broccoli trees and carrot sticks as they are forcefully sucked into the machine…
So after 7 months of blending, I’m now heeding the advice of our local Whole Foods health guru John and juicing daily. Or, rather, cold pressing. Herein lies the difference between ordinary juicers that use a centrifuge to extract the juice from fruits and veggies. A masticating “slow” juicer doesn’t burn or destroy the minerals, vitamins and fibers in the extraction process. Instead, it slowly presses the juice out of its victims.. So, I bought the Hurom about three weeks ago and I’ve been producing a liter of fresh veggie juice every morning. My main ingredients are; carrots, ginger, cale, cucumber, sweet potato and almonds and mango. The video is a little over the top â but I can still recommend the Hurom. It’s easy to clean, quiet and takes up relatively little real estate on the kitchen counter.
This is right in front of our condo in MalmÃ¶, Sweden. Shot sometime last summer just before we left on our adventure. See how calm it is? We miss that sometimes â as we do friends and neighbors. The limited scope and mundane everyday life? Not so much. I’m the first to concede that I get bored with everyday life real quick. It’s just not my forte. Never has been â never will be. Give me the hustle and bustle of a nervous megatropolis like Bangkok, L.A., New York or Mumbai â any day of the week.
For the past nine years, I’ve produced a yearly photo book documenting the sustainable neighborhood where we live in MalmÃ¶ called, VÃ¤stra Hamnen (Western Harbor). I’ve just started creating the ninth in the series and in a few weeks, I’ll be sending “VÃ¤stra Hamnen 2014″ off to the printers. Way before it arrives on bookshelves in MalmÃ¶, I’ll have revamped and relaunched www.gallerivastrahamnen.se with hundreds of images published in the new book as well as from the previous eight. Spring is already looking to be creatively busy…
This is Mathilde from Italy. I met her the other day and in passing, she told me something so fascinating, that I asked if she would be willing to let me photograph her for inclusion in my growing portrait gallery. The short story is that Mathilde has just concluded an amazing transformation that will allow her â for the very first time in her 30 years â to feel comfortable with how she looks. I sincerely admire her courage, determination and strength. Mathilde â tutto il meglio!
From a recent early morning commercial shoot at the formidable Tongva Park, in Santa Monica. I’ve spent a great deal of time there and suspect that over time, more and more Santa Monicans and visitors will discover what an oasis the park truly is. I’ve already noticed that Tongva has become a popular outdoor lunch spot among locals. More images? Click here.
Back in 1988, British pop artist David Hockney was commissioned to paint a mural inside this pool â which is situated in the lush garden by the Tropicana Bar at the classic Roosevelt Hotel on Hollywood Boulevard. After only a short swim in the pool, I sensed how everyone (guests and hotel staff) seemed almost painfully self-conscious and in various stages of a well-rehearsed pose. As if the whole garden was saturated with hidden cameras broadcasting live feeds to casting agents across town.
Traveling â it’s really all about the food. Eating out in Sweden is pretty much a hit and miss experience. Few a la carte places I’ve spent hard-earned and harder-taxed money at have the kind of consistency even half-decent eateries in America serve up with a breeze. Unvaryingly, restaurants in Asia are a sure thing and I honestly don’t remember a single breakfast, lunch or dinner â regardless really of what or where it was ordered â didn’t meet or exceed my expectations.
From a travel story about the colorful desert oasis Palm Springs in California. Even if I can appreciate the merits of black and white photography for certain subject areas, it’s obvious from my work that I am a proponent of imagery where vivid and almost violently vibrant colors dominate. Commercially, color tends to define and convey a message more effectively than what colorless photos are able to achieve. Which on the other hand makes telling a story using monochromatic images all the more challenging and an genre I intend to immerse myself into periodically throughout 2014.
I finally managed to capture a good perspective of the patron saint and namesake of this fair city, Saint Monica together with the equally iconic Santa Monica Pier. No trees were climbed and no drones were flown to get the shot, either. I used my nifty, DYI telescopic contraption which is essentially made of two Manfrotto monopods connected with duck tape and the Fuji x100s screwed securely on top. I triggered the Fuji by using the camera’s self-timer with a delay of 10 seconds from focus to shutter-release. This shot was one of around 20 attempts (19 fails).
I’ve shot a fair share of children, most of them in a relatively controllable studio environment. It’s surely an exhausting way to spend an hour or two by any measureâ but mostly because ofÂ hysterical parents trying desperately to get their infant offspring to smile/stand still/pose on demand. I met this beautiful baby girl today in Palisades Park near the entrance to the pier. Instead of breaking out my intimidatingly large DSLR, I took her picture with the discreet and nimble Fuji x100s. She hardly noticed, but was still cautious from me getting so close. Love her somewhat skeptical demeanor.
I’m surely not alone in being a man and having a peculiar liking for all kinds of shoes. And I’ve already given some serious thoughts to putting together a portfolio of interesting shoes on and off the feet that wear them. A friend has already promised to share a pair of vintage stilettos from Christian Lacroix with me. As uncomfortable as they must be to walk in, the variation in texture and form of well-designed shoes for woman, make them an esthetically interesting subject matter. Shot above is from an exquisite rooftop pool lounge at the grand opening of a hotel in Palma de Mallorca (an island in Spain).
Shot from Mt Hollywood, which reminded me that we’re already in the annual award season â in essence, a prodigious media extravaganza where the big players in the entertainment industry assemble at various gala events around Los Angeles to hand out shiny awards and celebrate each others greatness. Plenty of industries have adopted a similar marketing strategy and yes, the photography business also has its share of silly award ceremonies. Sadly, in our celebrity obsessed society, events like the Grammys and Oscars, both blatantly incestuous gatherings, have never been more popular. Whatever happen to the good ol’ Reader’s Digest Awards?
The residual swells from a couple of large North Pacific storms are hitting the beaches of Southern California right now. Twelve foot faces on massive waves got hundreds of both local and visiting surfers in the water near us today. Not exactly sure what this gull was doing flying so close the wave. Probably hoping a fish or two would surface in the wash-up.
Yesterday’s sudden and engulfing fog reminded me of Stephen King’s 1980s era novella, “The Mist”. It only took a few minutes before the sun disappeared and the entire Santa Monica coastline was soaked in a thick, milky fog. For someone visiting the area for the very first time, it must of been really strange. For me, it offered an excellent opportunity to look at my neighborhood in â quite literally â new light. There’s something about fog that creates a visual throwback to yonder years..
Shot from the north end of Palisades Park earlier this morning. Funny how I just today realized that this was surely a great vantage point to view the length of Santa Monica Beach. It also solidifies the park as worthy of its own category and gallery of photos on Santa Monica Images.
Shot this one and a bunch of other winter surfers yesterday near where the 80′s show “Baywatch” was taped. Not that I ever watched the show, but living here around 1986 made it hard not to hear about Pamela Anderson’s escapades or see some of the show’s outdoor scenes being shot on the beach. I wonder if any of the principles actually surfed.