Somewhere in the Italian hinterland rests a witness to bygone eras: This Fiat is no longer a means of transport.
While the afternoon sun beats down on the brickwork outside, the smell of oily metal, dry hay and the cool dampness of the stone floor fills the air inside. A last remnant of lustre shimmers on the blind spotlights.…
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Hey there, I'm Max. And I like the smell of moldy houses more than the smell of freshly brewed coffee in the morning.
Creativity has always been my driving force. As an architect, I spend my days designing structures meant to last. In photography, I find beauty in the ones that are slowly fading away. It's my escape, my balance.
I often set out before sunrise, camera in hand, chasing the allure of distant places. The further, the better.
Abandoned…
