Journal

In the previous two months, representatives of the ruling party came to my apartment three times, wondering who I would give my vote to in the upcoming elections. Each time I culturally escorted them out of the building. If they… Continue reading Cats

This morning, on the way to Belgrade, through the Macva plain, I noticed an old tree from the car, whose large canopy outlines the shadow in the thick fog. I imagined what that moment would look like if I photographed… Continue reading Haze