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Before I ever held a camera, I made films behind closed eyes — silent stories stitched from light, shadow, memory, identity, transformation and dreams.
I am a photographer and filmmaker drawn to the fragile cracks between reality and dream, surface and soul.
Born by the sea in Gdynia, shaped by the underground art of Łódź, I search for what is raw and unguarded: a glance, a wound, a moment breaking free.
My work doesn’t chase perfection — it listens for the pulse beneath the surface, the truth that flickers and fights to stay alive.
For me, photography is not just a way of seeing. It’s a way of remembering what we lose, and what we carry forward.

FEVER S/2

FASHION NO FASHION

COCOON

Containment, transformationemergence.
A series exploring tension, resistance, and the quiet force of rebirth.

WAITING FOR GUCCI

ROOM OF UNLIMITED DESIRES

SUBTERRANE - a visual ode to underground spirit and outsider identity. Shot in harsh daylight against brutal concrete, each image channels the raw texture of post-punk attitude and DIY rebellion.

VIBE


MS FLAMINGO'S PETULANT PARTY

TRANSMARINA – A hallucinatory descent into madness and rebirth. Set against the timeless rhythm of the sea, this series traces a woman’s unraveling and awakening — from disorientation to defiance, from fragility to fierce liberation.

WHISPERING IN THE DARK - a visual tale of the unspoken, of inner whispers and the chiaroscuro of emotion.

FLOWER — A visual reverie where beauty and entanglement intertwine. This series explores the tension between softness and strength, blooming identity and emotional overgrowth. Lush, surreal, and intimate—where petals meet pulse.

NOIR DIVA - a stylish drift through shadow and steel.
Part femme fatale, part urban myth—this series blurs the line between fashion editorial and cinematic mystery.

“He remembered the stars, but the ground held him still.”
A visual echo of descent, memory, and quiet surrender.

"Who watches, and who becomes the watched?"
A moment suspended between voyeurism and vulnerability — where the lens turns inward, and the observer becomes the subject.

Time melted around him, and he became a map of forgotten wishes.

"Where the light does not reach, the truth begins."

She wore her scars like constellations — maps to places she would never return

Allure - caught between gaze and shadow, presence and withdrawal.

In their masks, they sculpted selves from fragments—half truth, half invention, wholly becoming

A Multi-Storey Girl—she didn’t claim power, she towered with it, veiled in velvet menace and secrets she’d never tell.