I grew up on rock, hard rock, and heavy metal. That’s where my vision comes from. I only picked up a guitar late, and I just mess around with it, because saying I ‘play’ would be an insult to real guitarists, but the spirit of rock has been with me forever. It’s intensity, freedom, and authenticity. It’s having the guts to go your own way without asking for permission or following the rules. That’s how I live, that’s how I shoot.
My work often moves through spaces tied to glamour, but I’ve never cared for its superficial side. I’m not into the spotlight, I don’t do parties, and I’ve never felt the need to prove anything to anyone. I respect elegance and detail, but I stay away from empty appearances. What drives me is what’s raw, real, and alive, exactly what I find in rock. My photography walks that razor edge between good and bad taste, between beauty and instinct.
You can feel the clash between my rock soul and the polished world I navigate. I’m not after a clean aesthetic. I look for essence, for that primal energy that screams freedom. The women I photograph carry that same spirit: strong, sensual, independent. I like women who scare weak men. They’re not decoration, they’re power.
My photos are my self-portrait. I don’t shift with trends. I don’t bow to groupthink. I refuse the cult of correctness that kills individuality. Every image holds a piece of me, a tension between rawness and refinement, between rebellion and control. That’s what rock is to me. That’s how I am.
