Fashion icons anywhere.
Climbing as a sensual sport. How does the holds feel? Where is my center of gravity? Is my head free from stress? The skin on my fingers about to rip? Why is there chalk all over my body?
The real dirtbag climber knows his places to eat out. Since he is as much a cook as a connoisseur, he is able to find pasta al dente anywhere in the world.
The brightest it gets. Christmas near the polar circle.
Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro. On this fair we encounter great vibes, Caipirinha and dance music, whilst we film a group actually living in Rio's biggest favela. Here, everyone enjoys themselves, and the borders between the different classes or origins melt away.
Art in Movement. In climbing, these two are always close together. Combining ballet-like body moves with a strong mind and forceful failure, the sport can be seen from a lot of perspectives. All of them recognizing the beauty in movement.
Scars in nature. Some more invisible than others, the big gravel pits in Norway's inland area are on the more obvious side. Crossing the country east to west, we don't want to take the paths around but rather experience the cross-sections.
In the Scandinavian high fjell, in fall there aren't many people around. Though, if you walk for enough time, you will most likely meet a small group of middle aged hunters, who live in their cabin for weeks and occasionally carry 50kg reindeer down from the plateau, leaving the head and guts of the animal behind.
Fashion icons tend to be easy to spot.
Brekstad, Norway. If you crave the dark, the caves on the peninsula are your place to be.
Before the meal, behind the scenes.
All the eyes through which we experience the world around us.
eating habits