Twilight Tales

Do Mannequins Dream of Electric Botox?

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 17:13:59 +0000

A brightly lit window in Beverly Hills. A bejeweled mannequin duo, awash in chiaroscuro light, are glittering under the bright spotlights. They do not blink, nor flinch or age. But they may be no more blank slates than we are.

They are avatars, curated and constructed by designers. They represent a stylized presence with oversized sunglasses. One mannequin glitters like a disco pharaoh, while the other lurks in the shadows.

The Artist and the Cipher

Sat, 17 Jan 2026 05:08:59 +0000

At the La Peer hotel lobby, David van Eyssen presents moving shapes across oversized screens, glowing in a flat, ghostly green.

For David van Eyssen, the work circles around Cryptomnesia — memories returning without recognition, obscuring the origin of thought.

A visitor watches the screen while David explains, both briefly unsure where thought begins and memory ends.

I tried to capture the scene as it was. The artist and the visitor are reduced to silhouettes, the screen flattening into something harder to place.

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Thu, 08 Jan 2026 23:26:59 +0000

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Sunset Spin Class

Wed, 17 Dec 2025 06:20:18 +0000

Will Rogers Beach, March 2021.

The world had slowed, but not stopped. The beach had emptied in a way that wasn’t seasonal. I had taken to walking it alone.

And then I saw it: a spin class, improbably arranged at the edge of the Pacific. The gym, displaced to the shoreline, where wind and salt had the final word.

They pedaled in place, aligned against the horizon. Machines and bodies, reduced to silhouette.

Parked at the Edge of The Ocean

Mon, 15 Dec 2025 21:44:47 +0000

Will Rogers Beach on a late afternoon. I enjoyed the view over the Pacific Ocean, the breeze with just a hint of salt and gasoline. And there she was, a 1959 Corvette C1 sunbathing at the edge of a parking lot.

An icon of design and V8 muscle. A bouquet of flowers on the right side of the dash, waiting for the newlyweds to arrive. But I wasn’t. I wanted to capture the romance of a road trip without the road or the trip. Just the idea.

A Walk into Nostalgia

Sat, 13 Dec 2025 05:41:41 +0000

West Hollywood, May 15, 2018

With my camera, I was walking down busy La Cienega Boulevard in West Hollywood. One of those aimless strolls we photographers call a “photo walk.” It was a pleasant evening, but traffic was still dense. I wasn’t really looking for anything special. But perhaps, just perhaps, I was looking for a “decisive moment”? Because in this city, you take what it gives you and act like it was your idea all along.

When Solitude Becomes Clarity

Sat, 29 Nov 2025 02:01:38 +0000

There’s a moment of clarity that emerges, not from age, but from experience. The mind crosses into silence. Not the calm of abandoned places, but the quiet that follows a revelation. It stops counting years and starts measuring clarity. It judges not how much time remains, but what still deserves it. It walks away: Not from love, but from noise. From proving. From shape-shifting. It lays down the masks, the pretenses of everyday life. Not out of bitterness, but out of precision. It knows this now: peace isn’t no longer luxury, it is necessity.

The Morning the Seagull Didn't Take Flight

Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:20:22 +0000

Manhattan Beach, Los Angeles This photo was taken in the early morning. The sun had just started to rise above the horizon. It projected a kind of grazing light that enhances everything it illuminates. The air was cool; there was only the sound of waves and metal gates opening somewhere down the pier.

I had just begun shooting on my Leica M9 and wanted to check out what this CCD sensor could do with morning light. I chose a 50 mm Summilux-M ASPH, more appreciated as a portrait lens rather than a bird-shot lens. But that morning a lone seagull seemed to volunteer. And it was perched on the turquoise railing and sat and stared at me, serene and calm in the morning light. It was inquisitive and probably expected a breakfast snack from me.

About (if you must know)

Mon, 24 Nov 2025 08:33:18 +0000

Kolja & Isolde aren’t a brand, they’re a working partnership. A photographer and a writer. One speaks in images, the other in words.

They work with film and digital alike — with what cameras capture and what language reveals.

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Kolja Wawrowsky Photographer. Imaging scientist. Builder of systems that see. He works with tools like the Leica M: instruments of discipline and clarity. His photographs are founded on restraint and observation. No flash. No hurry. Just light — witnessed carefully.

The Photographer and the Wing

Mon, 24 Nov 2025 08:33:18 +0000

Twilight on El Matador Beach in Malibu. #

What happens when a legend becomes a cliché? #

The tide was low enough to turn the sand into a mirror. And for a moment the whole beach looked staged, as if someone had ordered the Pacific to pose for a perfect reflection. El Matador has been filmed so often it hardly feels real anymore. You’ve seen it, even if you don’t remember where: The Notebook, True Romance, that perfume commercial that mistook wind for desire. This beach has been photographed to exhaustion, and still, we return.