A dream come true Some people know what they want to be, long before they become adults. I was like that. Even before I started primary school, I had a huge fascination for the clicks and flashes of cameras and thought being a photographer must be the “most wonderful” job in the world. When I had my first Communion at the age of six, I was given my first small camera. A cheap little thing, but I was able to take some surprisingly good photos with it. I was an “enthusiastic” and very “productive” young photographer. This enthusiasm was met with resistance from my parents, and they were inclined to limit the amount of film rolls I got. However, the passion remained and when I was 12, I was entrusted with the task of taking family photos and holiday snaps. I clearly wanted to become a photographer and follow in the footsteps of my role models. But the reality didn’t seem compatible with my dreams. I grew up at a time when parents considered creative activities such as photography, art, dance or music to be nothing more than hobbies. One could be passionate and even excel in these activities, but one could never make a career out of it. And so I went for a “serious university degree” and ended up in Law school. Photography was just a hobby for a long time, until my family and I moved to Argentina. I had plenty of free time and therefore took the opportunity to study. The subject was obvious… photography. Carpe Diem! Dreams can sometimes come true. In due course, life and circumstances provide the right conditions to enable you to achieve your goal in the end. For me, the move to Argentina gave my passion for photography a second chance. 7
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