' The photos in this book were shot between 1996 and 1999. Looking back, I can see now that when put together they form a kind of travelogue: Prague, Essaouira, Malta, Sapri, Krakow. My grandmother, my artist cousin, my girlfriend, my father, a flatmate, an unknown baby. Flashes of time manufactured into pictures through the miracle of photography. There isn’t much more to say. They are what they are.'

Photography came to me when I needed it the most. I learned to be patient, to see and observe and to constantly be aware. Photography also taught me to be brave and fearless, but humble at the same time. I was born in sweden to serbian parents, went to school and learned about important things. I discovered travel at an early age, caught the wanderlust bug and lived in many cities and islands before I found little Malta. And here I am – still in love with photography and a hunger for wandering. Photography is a part of who I am, and it’s what helps me remember the key moments.