When I have visitors in my Gallery I hear them dropping the H-word quite often. Out of awe I don’t even dare speaking out the name, but people keep doing it as if Mr. Hopper was a dude next door. Somehow my photographs seem to remind people of his works. This is as flattering as it is confusing. Yes, I often show lonely people in urban settings, but visually it’s a completely different story. In fact I’ve heard the name so many times…his pictures are stuck in my mind like a catchy song now. Last Tuesday I took this lucky shot in Italy and I decided to go down the Hopper road a little, this time intentionally. I greatly enjoyed the whole process – maybe you like it, too.