Alexandre Kapellos
@alexandrekapellos
Photographer & (ex-)architect based in Zurich. Coffee addict. Angry pedestrian. Constant melancholic. Antifa. Dad. Not necessarily in that order.
His landscapes, as you've noticed are sublime. Lake Léman / Geneva and the Dents-du-Midi peaks in the background.
"The Lie" from a series criticising bourgeois hypocrisy. His most famous woodcut is called "The Bath". I wasn't able to find a good enough copy to post.
A rainy day in Havana, 2014. My heart aches for the Cuban people. So warm. So welcoming. So proud.
Arth-Goldau. 6:48AM. Heading to Lugano for a commercial shoot. Sunrise and mountains are a magical combination.
Beautiful. Thank you @philkneen.bsky.social and @marcwilson.co.uk
This morning’s commute. A fondue vending machine in the village of Wigoltingen, Thurgau.
We stumbled upon this place on our last say in Tokyo. I remember looking at the trains coming and going in pure amazement. 🥹
Drop an album that was important to you when you were nineteen.
From the top of Bella Tola, looking east toward the Rhone valley. I must have hundreds of photos of this view.
Gale force winds. 60cm of fresh snow. Zero visibility. Who’s complaining?
Closed the slopes with my daughter today, admiring an beautiful golden sky with Mont Blanc in the background, almost 70 km away. I live for these moments.
Thank you Marc. Simple and beautiful. Reminds so much of my first trip to Poland in 2005, the kitschy hotel room in Łódź, the tapestry, the cringy painting above the bed… #photobook
Backup body? Check. Backup lenses? Check. Extra batteries? Check. Backup cards? Check. Extra screws? 😩 #thingswillgowrong
Polish Christmas. #WesołychŚwiąt #ΚαλάΧριστούγεννα #JoyeuxNoël
From the vault. Vietnam, 2012. One of the many « war rooms » in the basement of the Independence Palace, Saigon. #vietnam #independencepalace #saigon
Waiting to cross. Kabukicho, Tokyo. Summer 2024 #urbangaze #tokyo #kabukicho #olympusmju #portra160 #analog
The things you find when cleaning the family home / part 2. We arrived in the UK in 1976 and my parents put my brother and I in the local school. We didn’t speak a word of English and everybody would call us French frogs even though we were Swiss… F*ck. Just realised this shirt is 50 years old.