Friday, November 10, 2006

as i'm leaving

Datça, Turkey (south)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

July 2006

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Thursday, September 28, 2006


Taksim, İstanbul

taken in a church in Italy.
Firenze, 2003

Friday, September 22, 2006

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Saturday, September 09, 2006

old man

Taksim, İstanbul


a fisherman in Datça, south of Turkey.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006


Sunday, September 03, 2006

Friday, September 01, 2006


somewhere near the Chain Bridge
Budapest, Hungary
December 2001

Thursday, August 31, 2006


kadıköy, istanbul

train accident

suadiye, istanbul

Monday, August 28, 2006

Çanakkale, Turkey

in Balad

Balad, İstanbul 2004

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Caddebostan, İstanbul 2005

Thursday, August 24, 2006


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

Monday, August 21, 2006


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.

Monday, August 14, 2006

the train

İtalia, June 2006