Project of the Year

This dispatch is from our temporary quarters just two floors down from the construction site that will re-emerge as our home.

Moonlit Morning

For all my luck and hard work (1/100, handheld!) to get this kind of detail, I still suspect a special moon cycle was at play.

A city rooftop scene on a rainy day has inspired the first real professional collaboration between mother and son.

How do you sell the place that has everything for everyone? Here’s a solution from Toolbox Group for Jantar shopping center.

Behind some of my most thrilling photography lies not technical skill or talent, but luck. Two kinds of luck, in fact.

Are you ready to start making sushi at home? Not sure how to shop and what to do next? This guide will get you started.

July 23, 2015 in PORTFOLIO

Read about the ways a well-deployed cloud of mist can be a useful—and water-saving—improvement to your kitchen workflow.

June 23, 2015 in PORTFOLIO

Whether it’s sent or received, every email one handles requires work and time. How do we lighten the load in these busy times?

May 23, 2015 in JOURNAL

This southern view captures more than an instance of weather: it is a document of the senses reveling in the crisp, clean air.

May 04, 2015 in JOURNAL

The ubiquitous Polish intercom keypad features numbers with distinct tones that enable playback of simple melodies.

April 11, 2015 in JOURNAL

An instant of photojournalistic realness at a time when I though I was leaving that genre for a less narrative style.

April 02, 2015 in JOURNAL

Listen to a recording from a live improvised performance by Zakrocki, Mokrzewski, and Małkowski at Warsaw’s Eufemia.

Read about the Różewicz poem fragments in the film by Nałęcki on display as part of the Wróblewski retrospective at MSN.

Photos of the remarkable Warsaw sky—part of a nascent series devoted to a view I’ve been admiring for more than ten years.

This year, my birthday gift for dad is a dedicated translation of the lyric Urania by Polish poet Jarosław Iwaszkiewicz.

Here’s a favorite of mine, which I first discovered on a New York City subway ride in 2003, along with my Polish translation.