“Every morning, I aim to increase my curiosity by even just 0.000001% — for this, I believe, is what success truly means in both photography and in life.” — Embrace Your Childlike Curiosity Source: dantesisofo.com/embrace-your-child-like-curiosity
“Let curiosity guide you each day, as it fills life with richness and makes even the smallest details a new adventure.” — Embrace Your Childlike Curiosity Source: dantesisofo.com/embrace-your-child-like-curiosity
“Wander the world with an open mind. Use the camera to discover new things… and remain curious.” — Courage in Street Photography Source: dantesisofo.com/courage-in-street-photography
In the coming age of ultra abundance and prosperity, I believe it is wise for us artists to quadruple down on our passion for art, curiosity, and exploration.
In other words, if money was no longer a concern, how would you live your life? What would you do with your time? Why would you wake up in the morning?
If you’re not doing something for the sake of it right now, as if money were no concern, prepare to.
I’m spending my morning walking the streets of Philadelphia, enjoying the cool breeze and the clouds in the sky before the rain comes down. Just walking around town, photographing trash and random shit that I see around me.
I’m listening to the chirping birds in the trees along the street, the roaring engines of airplanes, cars honking, feeling the cool breeze on my skin.
The bodily experience of being out in the world excites me.
Photography has nothing to do with photography.
Honestly, the deeper I go into this rabbit hole of the physical body—after three years of daily fasting, one meal a day, 100% carnivore diet—I recognize the importance of vitality in order to create anything.
When I wake up in the morning with physical power and energy, and my body is empty, my nervous system is aligned perfectly. I feel deeply. I see with clarity. I have an abundance of joy within me because I’ve aligned my physical body.
And so while I’m out there walking, moving through life with my camera, I’m not thinking. I’m simply responding intuitively from my gut. And when my gut tells me to click the shutter, I obey.
Our brain—our irrational need to understand everything—I believe clouds us with decision fatigue.
What camera should I use? What focal length is best? Where should I go next?
These questions baffle me.
Pure bliss and freedom are found when all of these decisions are eliminated. With laser, pinpoint focus, I simply enjoy the present moment.
Whether or not I see something interesting today, or come home with anything great, is not my concern. That is out of my control.
And this is what makes street photography so beautiful.
It’s embracing the mundane. The spontaneity of everyday life. Enjoying the ride. Enjoying the sights. The smells. The feeling of walking through the streets.
It’s the bodily sensation of walking that is ultimately why I love photography.
I’m getting my morning started here in Fairmount Park in Philadelphia. Beautiful day. I’ve got the Ricoh GR IIIx and the spirit of play, just snapshotting my way through everyday life.
Why do I love photography?
I love photography because it allows me to appreciate the mundane nature of life.
I think most people are stuck on a hamster wheel of time — waking up, catching the bus, going to work, knocking things off a checklist, day after day. Photography pulls me out of that loop. It grounds me right here, right now, standing in this park, under the sun, fully present.
Photography gives me an excuse to look more deeply.
To see more.
To feel openly.
To enjoy the moments that would otherwise pass by unnoticed.
Through photography, the mundane becomes infinitely fascinating. The ordinary becomes meaningful. Life slows down just enough for me to actually experience it.
What I love most is that photography allows me to never let go of my inner, childlike curiosity. That sense of wonder. That desire to explore without needing a reason.
That’s why I love photography.
It adds joy and meaning to my everyday life — and it allows me to thrive.
What’s poppin’, people? It’s Dante — getting my morning started here in Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Snapshotting my way through the day with the Ricoh GR IIIx. Look at the drama in the sky. Cropped into 71 millimeters. Beautiful.
Today I’ve been thinking about flux.
What is flux? Why flux?
I recently created a website where you can access every photograph I’ve made over the past three years — pretty much never missing a single day. Everything is organized chronologically: year, month, day. A full timeline. Something like 13,000 photographs. You can scroll through my life, moment by moment.
When I think about flux, I think about change.
I’ve been photographing for around ten years now. For the first seven, I was shooting color, traveling the world, working with layers, trying to improve, trying to make the next best photograph. But over the past three years, I’ve undergone a dramatic shift — both personally and creatively — transitioning fully into high-contrast black and white.
Now my affirmation is simple:
My next photograph is my best photograph.
I’ve entered a stream of becoming. A state of evolution and change through the photographs I make. That’s why I wanted all of my images laid out sequentially — not as highlights, not as a portfolio — but as a living record of change.
The game now is the mundane.
The question I ask myself every day is: Can I walk the same mundane lane and still find something new to say?
Burnout comes from expectation. Stagnation comes from boxing yourself in.
When you decide what street photography must be, that’s where creativity dies. Motivation isn’t found in ideas — it’s found in movement. Two legs. A body moving through the world.
I never want to feel stagnant. I never want to feel finished.
By switching to black and white, I returned to the essence of the medium: light.
Light is never the same. It’s always changing.
The way light casts itself upon the world — people, places, things — will never repeat itself. That’s why I remind myself constantly:
You cannot make the same photograph twice.
I can walk the same streets every day and always come home with something new. That realization alone fuels my practice with an abundance of energy and vitality.
On a practical level, I like to photograph while moving. I remove control. I’m rarely stationary. I let chance enter the frame. I follow the light and allow it to be my compass — my guiding star.
When light becomes the subject, the possibilities feel infinite.
That’s empowering.
Change. Flux. Transformation. This is where joy is found.
It’s in the process. It’s in surprising yourself. It’s in never knowing exactly what will appear in the frame.
I never want to feel bogged down by photography or by ideas of what kind of photographer I’m supposed to be. I want to live in a constant state of evolution.
Even on a physical level, we’re always changing. Muscles tear and rebuild. Cells regenerate. Mentally, spiritually, emotionally — we are never the same. I don’t want one opinion for life. I don’t want one way of seeing for life.
Pure bliss comes from recognizing that you are always becoming.
Returning to this simple snapshot approach — photographing light, photographing in black and white — allows me to return to day one. To photograph endlessly without the burden of expectation or validation.
Every night before I go to bed, I recognize that I could die. Every morning feels like rebirth.
A blank slate.
Each click of the shutter is a life affirmation — a quiet yes to existence. I treat every photograph like it could be my last.
That mindset shifts everything.
I think about Plato’s allegory of the cave — shadows cast on a wall, mistaken for truth. Photography feels like that tension between light and illusion. I’m abstracting reality, crushing shadows, exposing for highlights, creating something new from what already exists.
The photographs I make aren’t the world — they become a new world.
I find meaning in the mundane. Walking through this park. Trees. Cracks in the ground. Light hitting leaves. The magic isn’t in what I intend to photograph — it’s in what reveals itself after the shutter clicks.
That surprise is what keeps me going.
A photograph is not who I am. It’s who I was.
The next frame is who I’m becoming.
That’s flux.
The real tragedy is staying the same forever — especially as an artist. That’s boring. Change is more fun. Evolution is more alive.
So I follow what feels joyful. I follow what feels playful. I follow the light.
Three Civilizations, Three Visions of the Human Being
When people talk about Western civilization, they are usually—often without realizing it—talking about a tension between three ancient models of society:
Athens — freedom, reason, expression
Rome — law, order, endurance
Sparta — discipline, strength, survival
Each civilization answered a different fundamental question:
What is a human being?
What makes a society flourish?
What must be restrained for a civilization to endure?
Athens — The City of Thought and Freedom
Core idea:Freedom through participation and reason
Athens believed the highest expression of humanity was the free citizen who thinks, speaks, and participates.
Political system: Direct democracy
Ideal citizen: Philosopher, orator, artist
Cultural output: Philosophy, drama, sculpture, mathematics
Highest value: Truth discovered through dialogue
Citizens voted directly on laws. Debate was sacred. Speech was power.
Strengths
Intellectual brilliance
Artistic and philosophical innovation
Radical openness to ideas
Weaknesses
Instability and factionalism
Susceptibility to demagogues
Short-term passions overruling long-term wisdom
Athens trusted human reason, but underestimated human impulse.
Rome — The City of Law and Continuity
Core idea:Order through law and institutions
Rome cared less about abstract truth and more about what lasts.
Political system: Republic → Empire
Ideal citizen: Soldier–statesman
Cultural output: Law, engineering, administration
Highest value: Stability across generations
Roman freedom was not expressive—it was structured. Rights existed, but always within the framework of law.
Strengths
Durable legal systems
Infrastructure that outlived the empire
Strong civic identity
Weaknesses
Bureaucratic rigidity
Imperial overreach
Moral decay beneath formal order
Rome understood something Athens did not: civilizations survive by restraint, not brilliance alone.
Sparta — The City of Discipline and War
Core idea:Strength through discipline
Sparta rejected comfort, art, and intellectual freedom in favor of unity and survival.
Political system: Militarized oligarchy
Ideal citizen: Warrior
Cultural output: Minimal by design
Highest value: Courage and obedience
From childhood, Spartans were trained for hardship. Individual desire was subordinated to the state.
Strengths
Exceptional military cohesion
Resilience and discipline
Fearless commitment
Weaknesses
Cultural stagnation
Brutality and repression
Dependence on enslaved populations
Sparta mastered the body—but sacrificed the soul.
Side-by-Side Comparison
Civilization
Highest Value
Ideal Citizen
Greatest Risk
Athens
Freedom & reason
Philosopher
Chaos
Rome
Law & order
Statesman-soldier
Rigidity
Sparta
Strength & discipline
Warrior
Sterility
The Deeper Contrast
Athens asks: What is true?
Rome asks: What endures?
Sparta asks: What survives?
Each civilization embodies a permanent human impulse:
The desire to think freely
The need to govern wisely
The necessity to defend ruthlessly
Modern societies still wrestle with these forces.
Too much Athens → endless talk, no backbone Too much Sparta → strength without humanity Too much Rome → order without spirit
One-Line Synthesis
Athens thinks. Sparta hardens. Rome governs.
The challenge—ancient and modern—is not choosing one, but integrating what each civilization understood best.
Every morning, I photograph the sunrise. I pretty much haven’t missed a single sunrise for the past three years straight. The most beautiful moment, is just watching the clouds and the way that they’re formed in the sky, and change so quickly. There really is just that split fraction of the second where the light is just right, casting through the clouds, and then it disappears the next moment. This is really a beautiful way to shoot, just look up, photograph the sunrise, and you’ll be surprised.
My morning started here with a beautiful walk in Fairmount Park. I have the Ricoh GR IIIx with the Ricoh GF2 flash — snapshotting my way through the morning. Wow. Look at the beautiful clouds in the sky.
Today’s thought is about the snapshot as the purest expression that I can possibly cultivate as an artist.
There is something liberating about going through life, living your everyday life, and simply bringing your camera for the ride. I keep my Ricoh in the front pocket right here. And when I have something in front of me that intrigues me, I simply take it out of my pocket, click the button, and then in an instant, I can click the shutter and make a picture.
It’s such a fast workflow where I simply photograph wherever I might be, whatever I may be doing. And I think that act of not controlling anything and simply going with the flow of your everyday life, and photographing things, becomes such an authentic expression.
It’s like I’m not trying — I’m just being.
When I raise the camera and photograph, I’m simply seeing what I have in front of me and putting four corners around it. And then over time, compounding. I think this is how you arrive at your personal style.
With style in photography, I think we get caught up with these notions of color versus black and white, certain focal lengths, or technical decisions. But actually, I believe that style derives from the subconscious mind through going out there without any preconceived notions of what you will find.
Snapshotting your way through life will then give you that personal style. But it comes through time spent in the world — chipping away at life — making more photographs.
The goal is to simply be out in the world, in the flow state of production, wherever you may be. And that’s why I find the snapshot to be so liberating, because it’s something that I can approach every single day with zero excuses.
This is why the Ricoh GR is the best camera for street photography — simply due to its compact nature and the fact that it fits in my pocket. Because when I raise the camera to my eye and click the shutter of whatever it is that I find, this is the purest expression. I can’t really contrive anything. I’m simply walking through the world and photographing.
That’s the beauty of street photography: the world becomes the canvas.
There’s really nothing that you need to go out there and try to do other than live your life, enjoy the view, and simply photograph the things that you see.
It’s really important for us, as photographers, to cultivate curiosity. Because with curiosity, we walk more, we see more, we photograph more. And then over time, through photographing more, we arrive at that personal style.
You don’t have to sit around and think of a theme or project, a zine or a book, or have any attachment to outcomes of things that you’re trying to photograph and put together in a show.
If you’re going through the world and you’re thinking in your head, “Oh, this is going to be a great picture for a spread in a book,” then the photographs are going to be boring. The book is going to be uninteresting.
I think that when you’re trying to say something, ultimately it becomes a cookie-cutter boring way of making anything — genuinely.
The act of clicking the shutter is where the photograph is born. The act of editing and cultivating your style through putting together your pictures in a book or a zine or a gallery or a show — it’s something secondary to me as the photographer operating the camera.
I’m much more interested in the bodily experience of exploring — enjoying the sights, the sounds, the smells of the street — and allowing that to carry me through my life. Simply being in this flow state where I’m so immersed in the act of making photographs that I have zero attachments to whatever they mean or whatever they could possibly manifest to be.
I find that to be such a beautiful way to live life.
Because we all will and must die.
So I allow myself to treat photography as a way to affirm my life — almost like a lifeline. By letting go and photographing this way, I immerse myself in the moment much more deeply.
This is the ultimate gift in life: immersing yourself deeply in the bodily human experience of being in the present moment.
As you sort of wither and die away each and every day, we have this finite timeline. I remind myself: I’m not going to take these photographs with me. I’m not going to take any of this stuff with me in this material plane, in this material world.
So I find that by simply photographing and leaving my trace — immersing myself in this park, wherever it may be — whether it’s light or whether it’s dark — I see with clarity. I feel deeply.
And the sensation of bliss arises through recognizing this finite nature of our lives, and detaching from the idea that what you’re doing has any meaning.
Because that’s where meaning is actually found.
It’s through not seeking, and simply being.
That’s why I find the snapshot to be the purest, authentic expression: because when you actually have no attachments — not only to the photographs, but to this material world — not in a nihilistic, negative way, but in a loftier, optimistic way — you can embrace the spirit of play.
Let the chips fall as they may.
Whatever arises in my photographs is ultimately what I had to say during my time here on this earth.
I’m not too concerned with whether somebody sees them, or whether it has an impact on somebody. But I know that as I lived my life, I was there in that moment — expressing myself authentically, expressing myself openly — not trying to contrive anything.
Not being this performative artist who’s seeking fame or glory.
Not seeking to make something that somebody else will appreciate.
What if our goal was to go forward and make photographs that other people won’t like?
It’s an interesting thought experiment. We’re always seeking to appease somebody or something. We’re always seeking some sort of outcome — some sort of validation.
But when you remove that from the equation and you simply embrace the bodily sensation of walking, seeing, observing — treating photography as life affirmation — through the snapshot approach, you can find your authentic expression.
My problem with contemporary photography is the performative act of the photographer — the attachment to your photographs, the grandiosity of being a photographer, putting on your “visual storyteller” cap and going out there to make some impact.
I find it kind of laughable. Embarrassing. Cringy.
This approach of trying to say something — trying to engage with this quote-unquote “notion of community” — trying to become an authority on some niche theme — and then you have to read this paragraph about some convoluted story the artist is trying to tell.
You can almost smell the inauthenticity of art.
When I go to the galleries in New York City and I look at the photographs produced by Magnum photographers these days, I’m completely baffled that this is the work they’re producing.
It requires you to read an essay about some identity crisis the photographer is embarking on, or some problem with a part of the world. You have to dig deep into the theme beyond just the image.
To me, it’s completely inauthentic.
So going forward, my solution to this problem of contemporary photography is to liberate yourself freely — to snapshot openly — and to treat yourself like a vessel for the medium.
You’re not trying to say anything.
You’re simply living your everyday life, bringing your camera for the ride, and photographing whatever you find without trying to contrive.
Letting go of all the unlimited choices: moving left, moving right, going here, going there, photographing this, shooting that, coming up with checklists and themes and books and galleries and ideas.
And simply being.
I treat photography as a way of being, and I treat myself as a simple vessel for the medium.
That’s my thought.
That’s my two cents on style, contemporary photography, and authenticity through the snapshot.
