So I enrolled in a motorcycle mechanics class a few weeks ago. A gut feeling, like I need something tangible in my life to counterbalance all the necessary digitalism. Not that digital is a bad thing, it allows me to have my voice, to make my living out of photography. I sold every single copy of my Yakuza book through a simple little “buy now” button. A button not even 100 pixels large. Talk about the tiniest of hourglass openings… but… all of this would’ve never been possible without mentor and dear friend @davidalanharvey . He pushed me to find my voice, he pushed me all the way. The good pushing kind, the one you don’t realize is happening until you look back, years later. Of course he’ll tell me with a smile “hey anton YOU are the one that pushed yourself, not me”, but I like to believe that he somehow sprinkled some magic dust in there. Thank you, amigo. Respect. Without you there would never have been a me as I am now. And thank you everybody for having me for this week on @burndiary. Respect, honored, humbled, yours, and all that. See you soon somewhere down a wonderful rabbit hole, like the Wankel engine here above. What a wonderful concept of thinking outside the box it embodies.
Photo by: Anton Kusters @antonkusters