ADDRESSES UNKNOWN

I have worked as a portrait photographer for many years. For the past few years, an analogue camera has accompanied me almost every day—usually a Leica M6 or a Hasselblad 503. I am not interested in landmarks or perfect views. I am interested in light, movement, chance, stillness, certain people, and those small moments that are so often overlooked. Europe is full of places we believe we know. Cities, mountains, forests, and bodies of water shape our memories. But what remains of them when their names fade into the background? Whether Berlin, Rome, Hamburg, Monopoli, Zingst, Dresden, or the Harz Mountains, it is often no longer possible to tell where an image was taken. The place loses its name. What remains is a feeling. Through light, reduction, and sometimes blur, certainties begin to dissolve. The familiar becomes strange, while the distant moves closer. The boundaries between observation and memory begin to disappear. **Addresses Unknown** is therefore not about what Europe is. Instead, the work attempts to capture what Europe can feel like. Perhaps it is a quiet declaration of love to a continent whose greatest beauty often lies not in its landmarks, but in the unassuming moments in between. In a time filled with noise, division, and rapid judgements, I photograph slowly. Analogue. Poetically. With a subtle sense of humour. Not to document places, but to preserve moments that connect us to one another.