A photographer’s reflection on what images can and can’t say about travel

Sometimes, often even, when the mood is low and a little too melancholic, we think back to the slate roofs, the grey avenues, this mineral world, austere and majestic at once, these dark, narrow tunnels of the subway, dampness and smells sticking to the skin, and through which we make our way each morning into the heart of the city, before emerging a little further on beneath a light rain.

Denmark, Sweden, my life in Scandinavia.

Longing and belonging