I have wrote about them before, the bastards, the orphans. Pictures with great meaning but hardly meant to be, and without context. The come to be when I put a film in a camera that is older than me, and the rewind fails or, at this occation, the camera is simply left in a corner with a few unknown exposures, the film swapped and left in a cooler for the next time I clean it. Which are a lot of days… Theese picture are the only clear exposures on a roll of film I recently found in the fridge, left …

Some people ask why I usually shoot black and white*, and I don’t always have an answer ready for them. As always, someone have said it better than me, so I quote: “Working with black and white photography has always been the most direct way for me to reach more existential questions. In black and white I feel my images are not bound to a specific location or time, but they create their own universe. I like to think they are about something else and more than just what they show. At least that is my ambition; to focus on …

Archive shot of Zeromancer playing in Folken. Realized it would look good in colour…

Gamle Stavanger, mai 2012

This is Mathilde, one of my best friends (I don’t like to arrange them), a student living in a cabin by Djuvland in Rauland, Telemark. The last four years I have lived in a relatively crammed and dark apartment. Even though it is partly underground, it is spacious enough and I have made it into my home. Mathilde has taken a different approach to student-housing, studying in probably the smallest towns for higher education in Norway, Rauland in Telemark, living in a tiny cabin by a farm nested between a gorge and the mountians. There are 40, tight-knit fulltime students …

Buried deep in curriculum in urbanization processes, when I go out for fresh air, all I see are examples of gentrification. Who’s the brainwashed one now?

My second consert, Silver supported by Kvelertak. This photo has not been published before, as I only now see that it is quite good! Looking back at the picture I took as a rookie consert photographer is a mixed-bag. My first consert was Rumble in Rhodos, in Grottene of Folken, a then-new club scene. The lighting was two spots and two old lamps with blood-stains (or what was supposed to look like blood). Looking back, I think the pictures are decent, and I can be proud to show them of as the start of what is now a collection of …

Hvis du insisterer så… Ullevål, Oslo, april 2012.

Janove Kaizer, watch out, Major Parkison is coming to get you! Dare I swear in church? Dare I commit the great sin of blasphemy? Dare I utter the possibility that there is a new kid on the block, someone going for the throne of The Jackal himself? I think I do… Kaizers Orchestra, I have been a fatihful fan for the last few years and I have even been tormented by the fact that you passed me by for such a long time. But I belive you are starting to loose it. Honestly, how can you sing “Syv Bøtter Tårer” …

I can’t help thinking about Art and Paul as I close my eyes and let my ear see the voices of Erlend  and Eirik while their guitar gently speak of the little lifes of people in this world.  Usually photo-restrictions in concerts mean trouble, but as long as I don’t have to sign a release giving the artist all copyrights to my pictures I count myself lucky. Yesterday Kings of Convenience demanded that there weren’t to be any photography during the first 30 minutes, and no proffesionals were allowed close to the stage. Also, they closed the bar, special band… …