as i'm leaving

Datça, Turkey (south)

the birds

uomini italiani anziani

Vernazza, İtalia 2006

Munich
July 2006

la spezia

chucky's bride

Alper

Taksim, İstanbul
2006

taken in a church in Italy.
Firenze, 2003

being alone- there's a certain dignity to it

just came back from Aktur.

old man

Taksim, İstanbul

fisherman

a fisherman in Datça, south of Turkey.

Adidas-Superstar

la città che desidero vivere

taken in Rome
February 2003

scissors

budapest

somewhere near the Chain Bridge
Budapest, Hungary
December 2001

pray

kadıköy, istanbul

train accident

suadiye, istanbul

Çanakkale, Turkey

in Balad

Balad, İstanbul 2004

Caddebostan, İstanbul 2005

prague

Searching for an other word to convey the idea of a secret, the only word i can find is Prague.
F. Kafka

in the airport

İstanbul, 2005

İstanbul, 2006

8

My number is eight. If you ask, most people choose seven, or three, or the ones who want to be rebels, thirteen. Eight isn't very popular, thats why its my favourite number. Eight is a number still to be discovered. It comes after the old lucky number and before the top of the class. It is a number ruled by Saturn, whatever that involves.
Eight is a number with a slim waist, a number with a certain natural charm. Full of curves which insinuate, which wave and slide, dodge and weave. A sensual number. But then you just have to flip it on its side. Suddenly, its meandering and seduction are transformed into depth and infinitiy. Eight is no longer an eight, it is something vast that escapes our understanding. Two sides of the same coin. I like eight.

the train

İtalia, June 2006