Paris, 2015. With a glass of red wine in my hand I find myself in a café, hiding from a terrorist attack. At that moment I knew life was too short to waste any more time. I promised myself to follow my heart… Once I got out of there alive.

The safety I take for granted day after day, is built daily by the people around me. The people who, despite everything, – and especially when the illusion of safety suddenly admits the cold wind of reality – still know how to see and recognise beauty.

From that moment on I realised that throughout the years I relied on what others deemed safe for me. How to dress, how to behave, where to go and not to go. I had stopped listening to my heart. Even though it called out clearly.

I want to create something worth looking at. Beautiful images. Dreams to borrow when your own seem nowhere to be found.