Elise & Anders' wedding

I love doing wedding photography. I see it as reportage photography, but with a visually more polished look andpeople are always happy to be photographed and the locations are always beautiful.

Here's a small selection (19 out of 218) of my favorite pictures from a wedding I shot a couple of weeks ago.

new job, first day.

I have decided to focus my time and energy on something new: starting yesterday I'll be working in a refugee center for asylum seekers. I'm going to be in charge of making photography and film-making workshops and I'll do some teaching and social work. This is a beautiful project, and I'm very happy to be a part of it.

In my spare time, I'll work on personal projects, documentaries and work freelance on interesting and meaningful projects. (And I'm finally going to have time to finish those two books I've been wanting to publish.)

Here are some pictures from the first 24 hours I just spent in this beautiful place called Nøsen.

a collaboration out of the ordinary

My good friend Milena is a jewellery maker. Some months ago she asked me if she could use some of the pictures from the Unspecular Highlights series for an art project. Because she's my friend and because I believe her to be a very talented person I sent her the pictures. A little while later she emailed me these pictures along with this text. Thanks for the collaboration Milena, always a pleasure!

Inspired by Cathelijne Engelkes’s Plated Postcards Cities this collaborative work combines photographs of Beirut form Sebastian Dahl and jewellery by Milvico. Each pictures has been printed on aluminium and feature silver details. Abstract shapes wearable as pins or earrings that find their place back into the cityscape.

Norwegian Peace Council // picture from my archive

Vinteren nærmer seg Europa. Vanligvis innebærer dette en nedgang i antall båtflyktninger, men i lys av dagens ekstreme...

Posted by Norges Fredsråd/Norwegian Peace Council on Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Towards the open road

In the past weeks I have been very unsure whether I should do this trip after all. I'm not going to go into the very details but the person I loved the most in this entire world didn't feel the same. Some of you might have noticed that I deleted my previous blogpost. I was shattered, broken to pieces to a point that I didn't think was possible. How could I start this journey of mine, documenting love and friendship in the world when that exact thing made no more sense at all? How could I even manage to do such a demanding trip when I had so little physical and social energy? I was barely eating and sleeping.

My friends helped me. They talked to me, convinced me to get over it, helped me see the problems I didn't see in my past relationship and guided me towards the answers I did not get from the person concerned.

A week ago I flew to Samsun, a city on the coast of the Black Sea and took buses to Tbilisi, Georgia. I still didn't manage to hitchhike or improcouch but I was more and more convinced that I actually needed to be on the road. Hitchhiking to Japan was going to be my medicine; being away from the places that would remind me of her and meeting new people, spending time with my camera and pen would heal my wounds.

 

In Tbilisi I met a girl called Megan. She had just traveled all the way through Central Asia from Taiwan, with public transports, hitched rides and then covering 3,000km on a shitty bicycle (sorry Megan you know I'm a bike snob). If some people believe things happen for a reason this encounter would be a great example of such a situation. She had been all the places I was going - geographically, and somehow emotionally as well.
Have a look at her blog, she's a true adventurer: http://www.meganjamer.com/

 

 

Yesterday evening I left Tbilisi, finally feeling ready to embark on this trip. A total of 6 rides took me all the way to a small village near the Sevan lake. A notable encounter was the ride with a Soviet Union gold-medalist in weight-lifting who had worked as an undercover agent for the KGB and the criminal organization Armenian power. Super-friendly-dude.

I arrived at dusk and started walking towards the village. There was barely anyone outside, only the occasional Lada's with tinted window that honk at you for some reason you don't quite get. I felt all my senses kicking in, almost like in a fight for survival. A beautiful feeling of feeling alive. At this point I could either find a spot to hang up my hammock, or start knocking on doors. The distant barking of some dogs convinced me to opt for the second option. I knocked on a few doors but was only met with some Armenian sentences that frankly didn't sound too welcoming.

After a while I see a guy driving up to his house. He is far away and I'm in the darkness. I shout some words at him and see him turning towards me. They are two and are probably very surprised to see a tourist in this tiny village in the middle of the night. I turn my light on, actually lightning my face to show who I am. He is drunk off his face but understands surprisingly well that I want to sleep in his house. She says a lot of things that I don't understand. He puts his arm over my shoulder and guides me up the stairs to his house. Or maybe it was the other way around, he was quite drunk. But cheers to drunk people! I found a place to spend the night. We spent the rest of the evening with his wife, four kids and both his parents. The main activity was to not understand each-other, with a few exceptions when we actually did. We exchanged smiles, had some food and I played with his kids. I struck me that this kind of situation is the main reason why I like to travel this way; I couldn't have found a better place to stay.
In the morning I had a swim then hitched a ride to Yerevan the capital city of Armenia. Easy peasy japanesey.

My hosts in Sevan