Why I Decided to Call Myself a Life Photographer

For a long time I felt that no label really fit me. Street photographer. Documentary. Reportage. Visual diary. They were all jackets I could wear, but none of them felt tailored.

Every time I tried to define myself, something got left out. A part of my vision. A part of my practice. A part of my life.

Eventually it became obvious that the most honest definition was also the simplest: Life Photographer.

It’s not a new genre. Not a trend. Not a branding trick. It’s just the most straightforward way to describe what I actually do when I’m out in the streets, in people’s homes, or just moving through the world paying attention, it is exactly what I do also with the assignments. I photograph life. All of it. Without conceptual filters. Without the need to file every image under a neat category.

Being a life photographer means moving around with the camera as an extension of your body. It means you’re not hunting for the perfect shot, but staying open to whatever unfolds. It means knowing that chance encounters, micro-stories, and small gestures are as meaningful as big moments. Often more. It’s an approach built on instinct, awareness and a stubborn discipline to remain receptive.

It’s also a gentle rebellion against the classifications that try to turn photography into a rigid system of genres. Life doesn’t work like that. Photography doesn’t either.

I don’t hide it. It is because currently street photographer is a a definition that is truly overused and I don’t feel my photography has something in common with most of street photographers we see on the social networks. It is not snobbery, it is what it is.

Calling myself a life photographer is my way of acknowledging that I don’t work within a genre. I work within what I live. And what I live is what I photograph. Whoever looks at my images will see street, people, fragments, tension, quietness, color and black and white. But above all, they’ll see life.

And that’s exactly what I want to keep telling.