Twenty years behind a camera — first film, then stills — and every frame is about the same thing: the face in front of me. The way light finds their eyes. The story their hands tell. I don't make photographs. I elevate people.
I see people. But also the light breaking through a shuttered window in Tinos. The worn hands of an octopus fisherman. A plate of fava at sunset. The way mist settles on a Cycladic hillside.
For twenty years, I've been searching — in faces, in landscapes, in the smallest details — for what's true. What's beautiful. What matters.
Beauty isn't always obvious. It lives in harmony: the way a doorway frames the sea, how shadows fall on weathered stone, the colour of a dish against a table. It lives in uniqueness — the story behind every subject, the character in every moment.
I'm a filmmaker and photographer. I notice things. I elevate them. Whether I'm photographing a couple discovering an unmapped corner of Andros, or the precise geometry of a bowl of horta, or the soul of a place — I'm looking for the same thing: that moment when everything aligns. When form and light and meaning become one.
This is what I make. This is what I offer. An eye that sees. A hand that captures. A story worth telling.
Hidden coves, neoclassical mansions, the Aegean's best hiking trails. The Cyclades for people who don't want to be seen.
Sixty stone-carved villages and the most photogenic chapels in Greece. Best at the gold hour, late September.
The heart of the Cyclades. Neoclassical mansions, narrow labyrinthine streets, the hum of real life. Where tourists go by accident and stay for the authenticity.
When you want the windmills, the beach clubs, the names. We know where to shoot before the tour buses arrive.
She didn't just take our photos — she took us to a side of Tinos we'd never have found on our own. The pictures look like a film we're trying to remember.L. & M. · Honeymoon · September
Couple, family, restaurant, maternity — drop a few details and I'll come back with a plan within 24 hours.