From my instagram. My grandpa turned 90. He’s my hero. I can’t express how much he gave me.
I owe him the adventures and the magic of my childhood. It goes to the deepest recesses of my soul.
For a long time I felt the urge to take a dignified portrait of him and grandma, but I kept putting it off, because at family reunions there was rarely time and leisure for a portrait session. And never was there enough room height to install a softbox as I had in mind. But as Steven Pressfield says in The War of Art, that inner resistance tells you exactly what to have to do. And I’m very happy that it worked. Technically and emotionally. Because his expression is more than I ever hoped for. And I made this last image when he had already put on his jacket and hat, and was about to walk out the door. My sister @federmarlies said: The hat! Take another picture with the hat.
It’s his trademark. He’s not himself without the hat. And again he had the patience to step under the softbox and look patiently into my lens. I read inner peace, humble pride. Maybe also about his first-born grandson, the photographer =). Cheers to a rich life, dear grandpa!