Stories about places, people and the moments just outside the frame. Not a collection of lessons, but a record of how a photograph found me.
After a summer in Portugal and Spain, Raassilla meant getting used to fast cars and Estonian light again. I had a slightly different plan for the evening, and two portrait lenses with me.
Outside a shop in Porto, I met an artist I kept stopping to talk to. A year later, she said to me: “I’d like to look beautiful in a photo too.”
I took my camera to the self-built campervan festival at Põhjala Factory for a look around. Two Volkswagen T1s and two wonderfully cosy interiors stayed with me the most.
The story of meeting Natalia, a fire dancer in Porto. How did the night photographs near Porto Cathedral come about, and what is life like for a street artist?
I waited for the perfect sunset tram photograph in Porto. After two hours, an unexpected picture came instead: a moment from another direction. Read on!