Mozambican youngsters trying to make a living. They are away from home for long days, even when they should be going to school.

No money, no food.

I hung out with a couple of those kids for a few days. I bought them food and we drank coca-cola as they taught me some local dirty words.

An African baptism in the Indian Ocean, on a beach in Mozambique.

We’re all fucked in the brain

This futile existence has brought us to a place.
Where our false hope of individual indefinite life leaves indefinite life. In search of happiness and pleasure.
A forged world resulting.
An increasing disorder that is inevitable.
Entropy.
A shared fate.
A temporary oasis.

A critic and nihilistic study on consumerism, (contemporary) life and death

Africa;
‘Lacking sufficient money to live at a standard considered comfortable or normal in a society’.

A series about young African men living on the beach.
Days filled with simple happiness and altruism.
The days we Europeans are envious of. We depend on objects and possessions. They have everything they need. Abundance.

Shot on 35mm in South eastern Africa

The old fisherman

He is lost

On

The land

“Don’t be a storehouse of memories. Leave past, future and even present thoughts behind. Be a witness to life unfolding by itself. Be free of all attachments, fears and concerns by keeping your mind inside your own heart. Rest in being. Like this, your life is always fresh and imbued with pure joy and timeless presence. Be happy, wise and free.” 
― Mooji

A series about young women and their Afro-hair.

Terry on the beach.

An Indian lady washing her hair in a river, Ravanduru, India. 35mm