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Semana Santa

I woke up before a dawn to the noise of cleaning cars in our little alley of Seville off the Franco street. Through the gaps in the windows I could hear literally everything from the outside as if there were no windows. Since the morning streets were cleaned for day processions that always last until late at night. Semana Santa always fascinated me when I saw it on the TV. Not from a spiritual point of view but for its magical atmosphere. I was looking forward to this day but from other places I knew that if something happens in the streets, it calls for a good night’s sleep and preparation for the grueling burning feet from infinite standing. Streets are very narrow here and the procession is passing just a few centimeters from the house walls. Therefore I conquered “my” tile an hour before passing inquisitors (pointed hoods) on the Franco street. Just like people from Seville. If they are waiting on a street where there is no bar or restaurant, they bring folding …

Kiro : Kitchen is my lab

People get confused by our voices on the phone. During the time I worked in pharmacy, operators where desperate as they thought they are calling the same place again. By coincidence, once we both picked up the phone in the pharmacy but I was on the other side of the city. We studied together at the university, Faculty of Pharmacy, for 5 years, not to mention our childhood during which we spent every single summer together. Today it is still a bit like before and still a but different. The truth is, that we couldn’t fit one air mattresses and also we would not dare to jump in to the muddy oxbow lake behind the cottage. It used be a big adventure for us. During our road trip to Tuscany we felt into passion of food and since it haven’t stopped. Our first discussions about food started somewhere during our childhood while roasting potato chips on an old rusty hatch of green barrel coming from the factory in Nove Zamky. How about today’s hysteria around fumes and carcinogens! Today, we have a good laugh …

Melon & Zuzina

One spring morning I received a message on my messenger. It was this guy Peter (Melon). Apparently his tattoo guy Imrich, as well as mine, talked about someone who loves food and he should definitely get in touch with the person. “I saw that you are following my photos on Instagram, I connected bits and peaces and I know it’s you. We should meet. “And so it happened. I went to visit Brno. Until Melon got to work in Italian formaggerie and Zuzina started to study the regional development, both walked a long way. First, in high school they passed by each other, later they lived together in Mallorca. Their job has opened new horizons for me. They sold balloons filled with “laughing” gas on the biggest disco floors. Today they live together in Brno with their dog Mailo and their passion for food.   He cooks she bakes Peto came across cooking and being a gourmet naturally thanks to his family. But Zuzina began to bake only thanks to a bet with a friend. …

Andrej: the future of our stomachs

In 2007 I wrote an email to Andrej: Good morning doctor, I would like to photoshoot your work and come to your work every morning. His answer was: All right, come tomorrow morning. We haven’t met each other and I already had a good feeling. I was a student full of enthusiasm and I wanted to shoot a new documentary about animals and vets. Andrej was a vet in a shelter for abandoned animals and for me, it was quite a change after 2 years of shooting Handball documentaries. At that time the social media was not strong and the shelter was not able to get from all “friends” a new stove or a new roof. That was a time when all good ideas were realized more difficult and they existed because of a real friendship. The media didn’t not cover the issue and the government didn’t want to talk about it because nobody wanted to see abandoned or chained animals, like they wouldn’t exist. In the nature there is always equilibrium, and so a …

About my passion, black and white color & food

Since my childhood I loved to watch old black and white movies. Later I changed to photography. I couldn’t get enough of black and white. During my studies in university I dedicated my time to documentary photo essays , as a student I had plenty of time. Time became pressios after my graduation and I photographed occasionally. My life changed, after a spontaneous food trip in Toscani and since that week I haven’t stopped cooking. I started to be interested in home cuisine and a family history which comes hand in hand with the food. Wanting to please close family and friends with food became my fetish. I love simple cuisine, quality ingredients which are the same as food porn from Thomas Keller and the food he serves in the book French Laundry. Marinated feta I love salads, especially since I have some digestive problems which occurred few months ago.I experiment with dressings and sometimes I find crazy combinations which with all the respect to the author end up in the toilette. Cuisine of India has showed me the intensity of heated spice and marinade preparation. A marinade …