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NORWEGIAN SUMMER

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Oh, how I miss spending my days wandering the streets in my floral dress, bare footed, eating ice cream. How summer makes my soul spontaneous and fills my heart with joy and burst from happiness. How everything seem simple. How everything seem better.

MARIJN

I met Marijn when I stayed at his parents house in Amsterdam. When he sat down to have breakfast with us, I instantly knew I had to ask him if I could photograph him. Sometimes you meet people who just captivate you, not always necessarily by looks but by quirks and personality. Marijn had this innocent sweetness about him and I was so happy he agreed to let me take his picture.

YESTERDAY

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If I ask you what yesterday felt like, would you be able to answer? Would you remember what it smelled like, what it sounded like and what it looked like?

We had a run around pretending the nights were still warm, feeling like we were in a movie scene. Imagining the soundtracks to fit the evening as we drove all over town, feeling nostalgic and childish as if we were back in the 90s. Stumbling upon places we’ve never explored, despite the years and years walking those streets. I felt happy. I felt invincible. And I looked at her, sitting beside me. Seeing her smile again. Having that short moment of happiness in the midst of it all, made me realize I matter.

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Personlighet

_43a4157Jeg føler veldig usikkerhet rundt meg selv som fotograf om dagen. Eller egentlig har jeg hatt den følelsen veldig lenge. Jeg tror jeg trenger å finne tilbake til det som fikk meg til å starte med fotografi. For akkurat nå føles alt veldig upersonlig.

INADEQUATE

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she would never let them know. the leftovers of what used to be, childish and innocent, never to be restored. assault distant from reality, leaving marks. forgotten, yet obstructing every sound close to her. she lies in a puddle of ink, spilled all over white sheets, letting her know nothing but darkness. people lose faith, and she is the first to understand.

INDECISIVE

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The way you walk slowly through my mind, destructively indecisive like intellectual domestic violence. Harassing the attention, once happily dancing like a child in a meadow. Like the child you once were. The weight on my shoulders enhanced by thousands and the gap increasing, creating loss of every little memory worth remembering.