Why I photograph those whom no one looks at

It all started in 2018. Not with a project. Not with a series idea or an artistic ambition. With a conversation.

A friendly chat, on the street, with someone most people avoid looking at. No special technique, no speech. Just sitting, talking, being there.

That was the moment that changed everything.

Before I even take out my camera, there's always a man or a woman. A story. A dignity that the streets haven't managed to completely erase. My role isn't to document misery—it's to show what remains when everything else is gone. And something immense always remains.

What I'll never forget are the tears of joy. When I show them their picture on the screen. When they see themselves—really see themselves—maybe for the first time in a long time. Not as invisible, not as a problem. As someone.

That's why I keep going. Not for the exhibitions, not for the prizes. For those tears.