This is from one of my visits to what was the Tsukiji Market – according to Wikipedia, the largest wholesale fish and seafood market in the world. Tsukiji opened on 11 February 1935 as a replacement for an older market that was destroyed in the 1923 Great Kantō earthquake. It closed on 6 October 2018 and moved to the new Toyosu Market, 2.4km away – which I hope to be able to visit for the very first time sometime this fall.
A few years ago, I spent an early morning at the Fulton Fish Market at Hunt’s Point in the Bronx. While not nearly as gritty as when it was located adjacent to the East River on Manhattan and not even 10% as big as Tsukiji in Tokyo, I was still stoked by the size and all the activity. Despite it being 4:30 am, I was far from alone there. Two or three dozen local buyers and fishmongers scuttling about with this really thick smell of fish and seafood hovering a few feet off the wet concrete floor. Upon returning to our Lower East Side hotel, Charlotte immediately ordered me to put my jeans (that I’d worn during the morning’s shoot) in tightly tied plastic bag.
More of my photographs from visits to Tokyo here.
Seem to be in a strange sleep cycle where I wake up every second day at 5:00 am. On my “off” day, I’ll sleep in until 07:00 am and not feel the least bit guilty about it.
Today was one of the early mornings and I strolled over to Kockum Fritid and put in a good 90 minute workout with both weights and Qigong to get me flowin’ and ready for the day. Took the two last pieces of sliced bread and made tasty avocado toast with some paprika, chopped leek and few strips of cabbage to add some crunch.
Currently working on a prodigious collection of photos and footage shot at Kockum Fritid, arguably Malmö’s premier sports center which was originally built for the laborers that worked at Kockum Industries, the shipyard and related workshops located just a few hundred yards away. As that era came to an end, the center’s doors opened to the public – which I walked through for the very first time roughly 20 years ago.
I reckon I’ve photographed and filmed activities at Kockum Fritid for about a decade now and have always had a really great relationship with the folks that work there – both as a member and as a supplier of visual goods. Over the years, I’ve also hired a few dozen amateur models to help showcase all the different activities at the center. The two above, Kalle and Lillemor, are the most recent and together, we had a really enjoyable shoot in the gym..
I was zonked last night and fell asleep at 10:00 pm. Woke up reseted and ready for the day already at 4:00 am this morning. Before I walked over to our local gym, I added a slideshow gallery with all of my images from the ongoing show, Malmö Upside Down. You can view it right here.
From Saturday’s opening of my new show, Malmö Upside Down at the park (Slottsparken/Slottsträdgården) here in Malmö. We didn’t count all the visitors, but in addition to friends, family and others that had RSVP’d and said they were coming, I’d guesstimate another 150 people joined us. After a couple of weeks of more or less constant rainy weather, the sun showed up yesterday and provided great light and warmth reminiscent of the summer passed.
Of the exhibits I’ve ever had in recent years, I think yesterday’s went the smoothest. Maybe it’s accumulative experience or that I don’t let myself get stressed as much anymore. Probably a little bit of both. But I kid you not, it’s been a hitch-free production from start to finish. In no small way thanks to Master Gardener, Linnéa Dickson and my co-conspirator and wife, Charlotte.
It’s obviously unintentional, but I just realized that the acronym for my new exhibit Malmö Upside Down is MUD. As “mud” means damp soil and the exhibit’s venue is literally in a public garden/park and shows earth down perspectives of Malmö from sky-to-ground, the abbreviation is indeed quite fitting.
Here’s a short animation I made to visualize to visitors from afar where my photo exhibit Malmö Upside Down will be. Officially, the show starts tomorrow. There will be a pre-show showing this afternoon between 3:00pm and 5:00pm. If you’re in the vicinity, welcome by.
It’s been a couple of years since my last visit, but publishing some of my favorite photographs from two back to back visits to Dubrovnik has been long overdue.
The first time was when the Hilton in Dubrovnik invited me and a half dozen travel journalists from all over Europe to experience a weekend in town. The second visit was when a local tourist organization drove me and a dozen travel industry professionals from Zagreb to Dubrovnik in a caravan of 19 vintage Fiat Abarths. It rained, snowed and was incredibly cold during most of that press trip, but it was inspiring nonetheless. Especially one evening somewhere up near the Serbian border where we ate and drank all night long while being entertained by a band of Romany musicians. While we were driving southward towards Dubrovnik, I couldn’t help but think of how fortunate Croatia is to have such an amazing coastline – as opposed to their landlocked neighbor Serbia.
I don’t do much event photography these days. Some videography, but not much still shoots. Ten years ago it was actually one of my primary niches and I’d take on a dozen or so events a year.
As a genre, event photography can be both incredibly thankful and a bit thankless. Thankless insofar that you’re expected to deliver a plethora of decent portraits but without much time to do so. Ccovering a big event can also be stressful, sweaty and fatiguing all at once.
On the other hand, when approached the right way and with the right attitude, an event can also offer a great opportunity to shoot a wide gamut of stuff; food, drinks, cool environs as well as dressed up guests and dignitaries. I’ve used events as an occasion to network and generate potential leads for future gigs. Such is the life of a freelancer.
Last week, I was asked to shoot an event at Nordic Choice Quality Hotel View here in Malmö. That’s where and when the above shot of a father and his daughter was taken. As with all my work, I approached this assignment enthusiastically – and this time, with a most capable assistant, my wife and partner Charlotte. The event was to inagurrate a long-term, local cooperation between Real Gymnasiet, a private sector vocational high school, and Nordic Choice Hotels. Together, they had tailor-designed a three year high school program. View our shots from the event here.
I’ve lived in Malmö since 1997, three years before our daughter Elle was born. Initially, Charlotte and I moved here from Göteborg without thinking much of how long we’d end up staying. A year? Two, maybe?
While Charlotte had a full plate in her new position as Internet Business Manager at Malmö Aviation’s head office, I was working long hours at Broberg & Co, an ad agency that primarily created marketing campaigns for retail clients like Nestlé. The years before Elle arrived, we lived large and traveled wide, never even considering a move back to Göteborg or anywhere else, for that matter. Life in Malmö was good and we thrived, eventually transitioning into a comfortable, urban family lifestyle in an old, somewhat gritty city with an unusually bright future.
We found that living so close to Kastrup International Airport, just outside of Copenhagen, was a huge practical benefit that allowed us to continue feeding our travel addiction without much fuss. Elle learned early on to make new friends during our many trips and had stamps in her passport from four different continents even before her third birthday.
Meanwhile, the powers that be were forcefully upgrading, restoring and reinventing Malmö. By the end of the first year of the new millennium, several enormous infrastructure projects were in various phases of completion, including an underground subway network, the Öresund bridge between Sweden and Denmark and the construction of a whole new, seaside neighborhood on the westside of the city, aptly named Västra Hamnen, the western harbor. We’ve lived in Västra Hamnen for 17 of the 22 years that Malmö has been our home, albeit in almost a half dozen different dwellings. But if you include the times we’ve relocated abroad, it’s more like 14 years.
The summer is slowly metamorphosing into autumn and it’s soon time for yet another adventure to begin. This time, far, far away from the view above which I shot the other evening. Admittedly, I have a bit of separation angst, as one tends to feel when it’s time to leave the comfort zone and head full speed towards the unknown. But it’s certainly no worse than usual. See, of all the places I’ve ever lived, L.A., Göteborg, Riksgränsen, Visby, Koh Samui, Bangkok, Palma de Mallorca and Malmö, I have always maintained fond memories of each – and tend to return time and time again. I’m not throwing away the book, just slowly closing a chapter.
Today I received the above poster (which I’ve modified a tad) for 2019 Malmö Gallery Night – which together with other local artists – I’ve been invited by Malmö’s Art and Culture Association, MKK to exhibit my work at. The annual event takes place at galleries and museums all over town on September 28-29 2019 with partaking venues open 6:00pm to 12:00am on the 28th.
I’ve been a music fan for almost as long as I can remember. I can’t recall how I got it or who gave to me, but I know I had a small transistor radio sometime in the mid 1970s. It had a short, foldout telescopic antenna (which I likely broke off after a day or two) and even came with a white plastic earplug so I could listen to my favorite stations KHJ and KEARTH way after I was supposed to be sleeping or while riding the bus along Santa Monica Boulevard on my way to Bancroft Junior High in the morning.
In the beginning, I was an indiscriminate consumer of music, enjoying everything I listened to but not really understanding why. Then one day after school while I was working extra at Mayfair Market, our local grocery store, one of the cashiers showed me how to play a few chords on her guitar during a break. It was a lofty, partially acoustic song called Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin and I fell head over heels in love with it (and probably the cashier as well).
When I moved to Sweden in 1978, I was introduced to what is sometimes referred to today as “Yacht Music” where acts like Toto, Supertramp, Steely Dan, Doobie Brothers and Kenny Loggins played immaculately produced and slickly performed white soul.
My musical taste has certainly evolved since and though I don’t feel any distaste, I rarely listen to the yacht genre anymore. Electronic instrumental music is my preference when writing and if I’m editing video or stills, I can listen to just about anything from the eclectic playlists of KCRW’s excellent deejays, Anthony Valadez, Aaron Byrd or Jeremy Sole, Jason Kramer, Ann Litt or Liza Richardson.
Of all of the shows available at KCRW, I felt the late Bo Leibowitz’s Strictly Jazz was usually the most challenging and therefore intriguing. I don’t really know squat about jazz, but the genre has always fascinated me – especially the instrumental, improvisational sub genres (which I know even less about) where artists seem to always veer inspiringly off the rails. There’s also something inherently beautiful and sad about jazz where pain and happiness, constraint and freedom are part of a long, winding, musical history.
Speaking of history…I just heard an episode of The Daily, the New York Times popular podcast, titled, The Birth of American Music. If music plays a role in your life, I urge you to listen to it. Click here to start listening.
Shot the above streetcorner band on Prince Street in New York City.
Yesterday, on our way to Höllviken for a causal dinner with friends at their new gorgeous house, I noticed a photo of Turning Torso that seemed familiar. I knew I wasn’t the only one to have captured the building during the Eurovision Song Contest final in Malmö 2013. I’ve always assumed that there were other photographers that didn’t appreciate the musical spectacle and instead of sitting glued in front of the tube, were like me out documenting the colorful spotlights projected onto the facade of Santiago Calatrava’s magnificant skyscraper.
But once I looked closer, I was reasonably sure the image was one of mine. I remember having sold a series of photographs from that evening in May to a few different companies and at least one department at our local municipality, Malmö stad. But I’m not clear who’s behind the info spot thing that we saw last night. Regardless, I’m glad whoever it was credited me properly. Interesting how a six year old photo finally provided me with bus stop fame… More photos of Turning Torso – including the one above in a full, uncut version – can be viewed here.
From early this morning as the yearly harvest fest at Slottsträdgården was about to open. I was there checking out the venue for my exhibit next week, Malmö Upside Down. I hope I am equally lucky in regards to the weather.
From what I understand, Västra Hamnen is about a decade away from being completed. Malmö’s newest development on the other hand, Hyllie, is still pretty much in its infancy. I’m heading out there tomorrow for an assignment and will likely be overwhelmed at how much has changed since my last visit a month or so ago.
Sometimes I wonder if those planning areas like Västra Hamnen and Hyllie have hard statistical evidence that there is a surging demand for all the new residential and commercial buildings – or, if it’s a kind of, “if we just build it, they’ll move here and rent it” mentality that prevails. Maybe a little of both.
For a photographer living so close to an immensely popular boardwalk like Sundspromenaden has its advantages. There’s always something going on, literally all year round.
Mostly, it’s the scenic view of the sea and Öresund Bridge surrounded by unusually beautiful cloud formations – or a phenomenally colorful sunset, that grabs my attention. But every once in a while there’ll be visitors that demand to be documented. Like these Icelandic dogs from last night’s walk. More of my favorite dogs can be view here.
Took the drone out for a quick spin this morning. The sunlight hitting the Turning Torso was irresistibly spectacular.
We had a dramatic drop in temperature this past weekend. It was hot and humid Saturday morning and within just a couple hours, the weather changed and it got chilly. As if the weather gods timed it for the coming month of September.
September is a favorit time of year. When it’s not raining, mornings are usually crisp and clear. And as the sun rises later, the direction and angle in which it lights up Malmö shifts.
Most folks are back at work and we have the neighborhood much to ourselves. Hopefully the water will stay warm a little longer this year – so Charlotte and I can enjoy a few more morning swims.
I have shy of three weeks before it’s time to pack my stuff and leave the studio. It’s been a really good year, creatively speaking. This is the fourth creative space I’ve rented in 12 years and by far the smallest. It’s going to be interesting to see where I set up shop next…
I saw this on a screen at an ATM recently. I am completely clueless as to what all those acronyms or code represent. But the System Freeze headline certainly grabbed my attention and demanded to be photographed.
I doubt the ATM’s inner workings had suffered a sudden drop in temperature. Instead, the money machine’s operating system (Windows NT or some other dysfunctional Microsoft product?) had broken and needed a reboot.
I recently watched this documentary about the housing and financial crisis of 2008 and how the US economy just about froze and spiraled completely out of control into what looked like an inveitable financial abyss.
A quick glance at the current astonishingly positive employment statistics potrays the US economy as stronger than ever. But there are a few issues not spoken about that worry me. Stuff that might not immediately cause a financial crisis like the most recent one, but still disconcerting since they don’t seem to be a conscious part of the Trump administration’s sprawling agenda.
• The government’s ginormous deficit has never been bigger and absolutely nothing is being done to reduce it. Raising debt ceiling is not a remedy. It’s a symptom of apathy.
• Nobody will argue that the country’s infrastructure is crumbling and desperately needs to be upgraded. A friend recently took a road trip from New Orleans to Los Anglees and was appalled by how poor the roads were during much of the ride. Lead leaking into ancient water pipes in Flynt and Newark are just two of the most publisized catastrophes where entire cities drinking water has been poisoned, in no small way due to unbelievable ignorance and negligence.
• Despite unemployment being record low, more than 8 million Americans still can’t (not even by a long shot) support themselves financially with a full-time job. Minimum wage is still way below what most folks need to survive. In Sweden, it’s $13.56/hour as compared with in the US where it’s $7.25/hour. That’s a friggin’ ridiculous difference. And if they can’t make ends meet when they’re healthy, what happens when they get sick?
Here’s a 3 things I thought of in the shower this morning after my workout. Completely random stuff.
1. This is probably more information than you bargained for when you visited my site today, but for some odd reason, I feel compelled to share that when I’m at home alone, I often strut around completely naked. I’ve been doing this ever since moving to my very first apartment, 38 years ago. Though some may deem this a bad habit, I feel incredibly comfortable when I’m undraped and quite frankly, I don’t give a damn should anyone happen to see me through our large living room windows. But to be clear, I’m not walking around in the birthday suit just to exhibit myself.
2. If it’s too early to run our powerful but extremely noisy smoothie blender – and only if we have the right alternatives at home – I’ll make crunchy peanut butter and banana toast for breakfast. I’ve not tried it yet, but I can totally see how a couple of thick slices of kosher pickle would work beautifully in such a sandwich.
3. Part of my longterm health goal is to become entirely independent of all training facilities and equipment. I believe I will accomplish this by practicing Yoga, Qigong and by walking and hiking (and possibly even jogging).
Charlotte shot the above photo yesterday evening.
Here’s a view of the film company Universal’s soundstages and prop warehouses just north of the famous Hollywood sign and close to the San Fernando valley. I shot it while strapped in a harness and hanging outside of a really small and jerky helicopter. The front passenger door had been removed upon my request – so that I could get a really spectacular view during the 90 minute flight over Los Angeles.
Last night, a friend and I saw Quentin Tarantino’s latest and ninth film, Once Upon A Time in Hollywood. I had several reasons to want to see it. Firstly, it’s a film about an era when I was a kid. However changed or different L.A. is today, a “story” based on a time when I at least physically was there (I was 6 years old in 1969), and that at least partially played out in the vicinity of my neighbourhood, was simply too irresistible to forgo. Secondly, fellow Angelino Tarantino’s star-studded cast was a huge draw with Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Al Pacino, Timothy Olyphant, Michael Madsen, Lena Dunham, and Kurt Russell as marquee headliners.
So, how was it? Well, once the lights were turned back on after two hours and forty-two minutes, my buddy spontaneously exclaimed, “What the fuck was that?”. I couldn’t agree more. Had we witnessed a meandering masterpiece or am I just not culturally cultivated enough to fully grasp the genius of this plotless orgy of beautiful people wearing beautiful clothes and riding in beautiful cars in beautiful, sunny Southern California? I think I need to see this film again to be able to answer that question fair and square.
When I got back home from the the movie theatre Royal (best place to watch any movie in Malmö), I checked how the film had done on IMDB.com (8.1/10) and read in the Trivia section that Once Upon A Time in Hollywood had received a 7 minute long standing ovation at the premiere in Cannes in the spring. Go figure.
More images from my hometown can be enjoyed right here.
To me, it’s a whole lot easier to eat healthy, fresh food when I’m in Asia. The abundance of outdoor markets and street stalls make it simply more convenient to fill the gaps between proper meals with good-for-you snacking.
Yesterday, my wife and I went to a relatively new, upscale restaurant here in Malmö called Pink Head HQ where we enjoyed a couple of tasty appetizers and entrées created from Asian recipes and seasonings. Sort of. However delicious last night’s food was, what we ate was still no better than what you are served at just about any sidewalk restaurant in Penang, Luang Prabang, Phnom Penh or Bangkok.
Pink Head Noodle Bar, which opened a couple of years ago in a nearby food court location, has been wildly successful. So I totally get that the owners assumed the market was ready for an additional restaurant under the brand name “Pink Head”. What I don’t understand, though, is why the heck they’ve chosen to not offer any of their famous, fresh noodles at the new place (which they alternatively call Pink Head Headquarter, Pink Head Headquarters or sometimes just Pink Head HQ). That’s just plain silly if you ask me. But one of last night’s (many) servers hinted to us that it was likely just a matter of time before at least one noodle dish showed up on the menu.
Though I’ve fallen into similar traps a few times before, I’m not thrilled about contributing to restauranteurs with a business idea built on elevating street food into a fine dining experience. Why? Cause you’re paying for the fancy interior, trendy location and social media hype and not anything the chef cooks for you. Fact is, it’ll only take a few visits to Pink Head HQ, untill you will have spent about as much it costs to fly to one of the aforementioned destinations – where you’d enjoy real street food on a real street, sans the creme fraiche and fancy cocktails.
The shot is from a favorite sidewalk eatery in “Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit”. Or, in plain speak, Bangkok.