Selfie sticks.

Sitting in front of a colosseum in Rome with my girl.

"hey sir, wanna selfie stick?"

"no thanks I'm fine."

" I really don't want, thanks"

"did you saw me refusing this guy standing next to you and offered me the same thing anyway?"

Now that's a hustle and I appreciate a good hustle when I see it.

I also love selfies. I love instagram. I love vsco. I love people shooting great images with iphones. I love the fact that everyone is a photographer. Heck, I think snapchat will play important role in visual storytelling.

I just feel that being on defence and bitching about this and that is plain dangerous attitude (not just for photographers) heading to inevitable loss.


So here's to the hustle. to adapting on different shit.

Here's to those annoying hustlers ruining sightseeing for everyone. (colosseum is a bullshit btw)

Here's one to being on offence and having fun with humanity.

And btw: did anyone in a history of human society actually bought a fucking selfie stick? 

Wanderlust and Morocco.

What wikipedia says about wanderlust:

"wanderlust is a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world"

"Wanderlust may be driven by the desire to escape and leave behind depressive feelings of guilt, and has been linked to bipolar disorder in the periodicity of the attacks.Or it may reflect an intense urge for self-development by experiencing the unknown, confronting unforeseen challenges, getting to know unfamiliar cultures, ways of life and behaviours.

In adolescence, dissatisfaction with the restrictions of home and locality may also fuel the desire to travel."

We know by now that wikipedia is the best thing ever.


I was wanderlusting kid as far as I remember. I think my parents were too. My mom always told me that she wanted to be a "explorer and traveler",unfortunately for her growing up in a former soviet union probably wasn't the best environment for really pursuing her dream. Sorry for that mom, but I guess (no, I hope) it's never too late to start.

I was wanderlusting kid as far as I remember. Sleeping in a forest out of my hometown, dreaming about big adventures. Watching hours of Bear Grylls back in the days. My wanderlust was buried for awhile but now I feel like it's coming back and I'm not against it. I'm actually trying to be quite active in helping it.

I'm bad at being home. I'm having a hard time actually doing something productive. I can spent countless hours on youtube watching..something. Flipping through tabs in browser became a new flipping through TV channels and I fuckin' hate it. I like being outside, but ironically  always struggle to actually get there. It's so comfy sitting here behind my laptop dealing with..I don't know, emails or something. Comfort is a killer. I don't want to be stuck with him and I'm still learning the methods of resistance. 

I don't have a lot of money yet so I can't buy exactly the things, gear and travels I would want to which is forcing me to do more research and trying to hack everything more. Researching skyscanner for cheaper ways how to flight. When I found the 40$ ryanair ticket from germany to morocco I bought it right away. Ok, that's not true, I was trying to convince my girlfriend to come with me, as I wanted to share adventure with her and was afraid to fly to africa alone. Never done anything like that before. I mean, I was in Europe and shit, but that doesn't really count. This instagram post reminds me the anxiety I had before leaving. It also reminds me how incredibly lucky I am to have supportive community around me.

I left on 9th december and original plan was to spend there 9 weeks and don't go back home for christmas, but as I was wandering the mountains alone, I realised few new things about who I am and what values are important for me and I cut the time to went back to see my girlfriend who was waiting for me at home. It seemed unfair and little selfish to just keep on going and let her wait.

Spending two weeks alone just with myself in a different culture is a priceless experience. It's hard to explain. I can feel that I'm changing as a person. My approach to photography is changing. Photography has a different meaning for me than it had in a last couple years. I no longer really care about the actual photographs as a "products" of what I'm doing, I see them more as a "tools" how to share what I'm doing. I want to focus more on what I'm doing, on the values that are important for me and who I am or what I want to say. I don't follow photographery sites. I'm not browsing photographs on flickr or behance. I don't follow "photographers", I like to follow great and inspiring people. If they use photographs as a tool of sharing the great stories, good. Looking at you Jeremy Cowart, Theron Humphrey and Renan Ozturk

Photography industry is cluttered with focus on "technical", pixel peeping and having all this crazy debates on cameras and new speedlites and shit. And I'm not judging it, I get it. It's easy. I was lucky enough and wrote two out of three most popular 2014 post on a great photography gear oriented site I'm lucky and I can use the best tools on the market and work with company who makes them. Sure I'm grateful for that. But do I care about how sharp is the new zoom lens or do I think it matters? Hell no.


Rubber grip from my XT1 felt off after my using, but I got the new firmware with great classic chrome, and electronic shutter so I guess we're even. Those small cameras are amazing and I feel bittersweet admitting it, but they got me out of house too.

My total cost of two weeks in Morocco was around 400$, tickets and traveling through germany included. +the cost of stolen iPhone. 

That's not a lot of money for great adventure.

Here are some photos from my two week wandering with backpack around Morocco, they are not amazing photography, but they are me saying

"hey, don't sit at home and  let's go for adventure"

Hey, don't sit at home and let's go for adventure!

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