The Shape of Absence
On Thursday, 10 September, my solo exhibition, The Shape of Absence, will open at MC2gallery in Milan.This will also mark the opening of their new space. MC2 is returning to Milan with a gallery on…
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On Thursday, 10 September, my solo exhibition, The Shape of Absence, will open at MC2gallery in Milan.This will also mark the opening of their new space. MC2 is returning to Milan with a gallery on…
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On Sunday, 20 September 2026, I will open the doors of my Alkmaar studio for a day we are calling ‘Inspiration Day’. This will be the first time that the working studio, as well as the gallery, has…
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Some work has to wait.Portal has been sitting on my list for a long time. Every few months I would return to it, look again, and decide it was not the moment. There was never anything wrong with the…
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A while ago I did something I had never done before. I sat down and wrote out three full versions of my own future.Not vague hopes. Three complete lives, each built around one priority. The first was…
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I spent part of May in Paris, shooting for Numéro. Between setups, I kept looking up. The rooftops of Paris do something to me every time. The zinc, the chimneys, the angles repeating across the…
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Wherever you are in the world, my books and book stands are ready to order. And right now there is an extra reason to do it. To celebrate news I have been waiting more than a year to share, we are…
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Most people think collecting art is a transaction. You see a work, you like it, you buy it. Money moves, the piece changes hands, and the exchange is done. I have spent years watching that assumption…
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Some readers have asked. So this week, the answer.In July last year I ended my representation in the Netherlands. Bildhalle, who had been showing my work in Amsterdam since 2020, still represents me…
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Studio Petit Oiseau, Paris. Set 3, January 2026. The first frame I exposed in colour in fifteen years was waiting for me on a stage Aymeric Arnould had built from scratch.For fifteen years I have…
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April was loud. A small black-and-white print in a Milanese living room I could not stop thinking about. A book about finitude on the studio worktable. An archive of fashion shoots no one was allowed…
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Most of my photographs are made on my own terms. In my own studio. With frames I set myself, not frames someone else hands me. I am an artist before I am anything else, and the pictures I am known…
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Walk through any city and ask yourself: who decided this? Not one building or one street, but the relationship between them. The material of a facade next to the texture of a sidewalk. The height of…
Read essay →The third episode of the Studio Notes podcast is here.Studio Notes: Conversations is a podcast shaped by curiosity. Each episode is a one-to-one conversation with someone whose work or way of seeing…
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A fashion designer builds furniture that looks like it was excavated from the earth. In a Japanese garden, someone has been cutting the same tree for forty years. A sculptor once patted a block of…
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Most of what I experience disappears. The meals, the conversations, the light on a particular morning. Gone within days, sometimes hours. And yet, some of those moments return as images. Not planned.…
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This month, five things that kept pulling me back. A house that treats objects as philosophy. A book that made the Amazon feel close enough to hear. A photographer whose work redefined how I think…
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HENRO — published by 1605 Collective — is now available for pre-order.Books will ship out as of Monday the 30thPREORDER HEREIn March 2024, my brother and I travelled to Shikoku, Japan. We brought…
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This month holds three separate moments. Each in a different city, at a different stage.Ritual of Shapes — Alzueta Gallery, BarcelonaThe exhibition at Alzueta Gallery closed on March 7. I want to say…
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I recently lost one of my closest friends.His passing came after a very short and intense period. Sudden in its speed. Heavy in its impact.His name was Jelmar van Belle.If there is such a thing as a…
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On a set for Dior, there are fifteen people behind me. A client watching from a monitor. Stylists adjusting fabric between frames. Someone keeping track of time. I notice that I am not only looking…
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