Ah, the European courtyard. Surrounded by art studios, coffee shops, a craft beer bar, and apparently “D. Steakhouse”. It’s hidden in-between busy streets, where locals sip their coffee and, gasp… smoke cigarettes?

Sitting there, looking up, I noticed the weird mish-mash of windows, balconies, and doors that struck me. Glass blocks, a vertical shaft encased in glass offering a view to the world outside, and why exactly does that door have a balcony? 

All I could think was—this is charming as fuck. There was a plan, and everything was uniform—at one point in time. But over the years, different people left their mark on this small nook of Bratislava.

Taken on 30 May, 2024 in Bratislava, Slovakia.

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🪟 Probably Nothing is an every-so-often photo log where each issue features one small moment that was… well, probably nothing. Think morning light on a coffee maker, or the way a cloud decides to be dramatic on an otherwise unremarkable day.