fuck the spring

Ostatnie zdjęcia z beznadziejnej cyfrówki Kodaka. Wygrzebałam w garażu swojego ukochanego starego Zenita ET z obiektywem szerokokątnym, i wracam do fotografii analogowej, do klisz i dreszczu niepokoju podczas odbierania wywołanego filmu.
Uwielbiam czuć na szyi ciężar prawdziwego aparatu.



dzień i noc w muzeum.



fałszywa zapowiedź wiosny.



bliskie spotkania zaprzysięgłych wrogów. próba mediacji międzygatunkowej, zakończona zerwaniem zawieszenia broni.

polish public holidays

there are too many bank holidays in Poland and there is something special about them all - that silence in the streets, laziness, barbecue rituals, mass attending, drinking lots of alcohol outdoors...

me, as a dilligent and anxious, though not very experienced photographer, who finds pleasure in investigating all those people's and society's behaviours, cannot omit such a festival.



the notice says : "Playing ball not allowed". In my country lawns aren't for people, they're for dogs to shit around. first thing we are taught when brought up to live in the society - DO NOT STEP ON THE GRASS!



I like the mystery and depth of black and white photography, espacially taking black nad white photos on a sunny day when they really call to be colourful and shiny. but not this time - factory chimney can't be captured in colour.




things people throw away after three day holiday.