They appear like magic every first Friday of the month when market square becomes empty of merchants and is hosed clean. You can hear it from far – hotrods, gassers, kustoms, bikes, vintage cars. Join us one summer evening and join us again next month. And the month after that. And again. And again.
Roaring cars, purring cats, howling wolves, gasoline, chrome and rust – I'm there. Photography being my pet project and graphic design providing bread and occasional butter life is for me visual fireworks starting as soon as my eyes open. I don't need to travel the globe to find things that intrigue me, the great wonder of it all and chance for an adventure is everywhere. Finland is my base, universe is my home. Networked, taken and free.