62 years old
In 1956, Nikita Khrushchev denounced Stalin’s “excesses”, the first aerial H-bomb was tested and I was born. My family, hoped that I would embrace its tradition and become a sculptor or a painter; me I hoped that I would conquer the world of images with my full-manual Russian-made camera. But at that time art was a dead end road in communist Romania. So, for a while, I became an engineer. On December 21st 1989, in the dawn of the Revolution, I took to the streets with my camera to shoot my photos… That was the moments I’ve been waiting for 33 years. The next month, I resigned from my job and, and for the following years I worked as professional photographer for AFP, EPA and AP. A few years later I took what - at that time - seemed to be a step further: commercial photography. A different world with different rules. But the nostalgia of the times when I was skipping classes wondering through Bucharest with my mechanical camera and some Orwo films in my pocket will always remain wherever I will be.