Hochkönig

Last weekend, I packed my camera and headed to Hochkönig for a little tech recce. Five years in Germany, and I’m still not over how the seasons here can completely transform a place. This time, though, winter decided to throw a curveball—it was warm. Like, surprisingly warm. The kind of day that makes you forget it’s still technically winter.

Hochkönig is stunning. The snow was there, but it felt softer, like it was already dreaming of spring. I spent the weekend wandering, scouting spots, and just soaking in the vibe. The light was incredible warm and golden, spilling over the snow and casting these long, dramatic shadows.

Oh, and I brought a new (well, old) friend along—a Revue 400SE I picked up recently. It’s a vintage gem, and I couldn’t resist taking it for some side quests. There’s something about shooting with an rangefinder that slows you down, makes you really think about each frame. I’m still getting to know it, but it feels so much like my first camera a Praktica L35 built in Germany.

Here are a few raw moments from the weekend. Think of it as a little visual diary. Hochkönig, you’ve got my heart. I’ll be back soon.

P.S. If you’ve got a favorite mountain spot, tell me about it!

Sicily

I found myself in Sicily, a place that feels like it exists outside of time. I was there for work, shooting a summer campaign. Palermo and Cefalù—two cities so different, yet both so alive with stories.

The days were cold, the kind of cold that sneaks up on you when you’re this close to the sea. The light was a gift. Spilled over everything—the crumbling facades of Palermo’s buildings, the narrow streets of Cefalù, the faces of people who’ve lived here for generations. It felt like Sicily was holding its breath, waiting for spring, and I was lucky enough to catch it in that quiet, in-between state.

During the shoot, I stole moments between looks to capture the Sicily that wasn’t part of the campaign.

Sicily has a way of staying with you. It’s in the light, the colors, the way the sea smells, and the way people look at you like they’ve known you forever.

Here are some frames from the scout day and those quiet, stolen moments.