The last rays of the summer evening sun tickle the rusty trolleys of this mine in France, which ceased operations many years ago. Rails wind their way through the room, everything is marked by heavy corrosion. A thick layer of black dust covers the floor and emphasises the raw, gloomy atmosphere.
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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…
