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“I want a dog. A Shiba Inu.”
Online forums have questioned whether his images are truly his own, or if his parents are heavily directing the composition. “An 11-year-old doesn’t understand existential dread,” one commenter wrote. sebastian bleisch 11
“I just picked up my mother’s old phone,” Sebastian recalls, his voice still carrying the unpolished lilt of childhood. “I didn’t like the crowded viewpoints. Everyone was taking the same picture of the Matterhorn. So I walked a few meters down the trail, got low to the ground, and waited for a cloud to cover the peak.” “I want a dog
His process is methodical. He scouts locations on Google Maps Street View, looking for “broken symmetry”—a single streetlamp out of line, a bench facing the wrong direction. On a shoot, he is patient, sometimes waiting 45 minutes for a tourist to walk out of the frame or for a car’s headlights to cast the right shadow. The attention has been overwhelming. National Geographic’s Youth Photography program shortlisted his work last year. A gallery in Zurich offered him a solo show (his parents politely declined, citing school exams). But not everyone is charmed. “I just picked up my mother’s old phone,”
“Adults think blur is a mistake,” he says, packing his camera into a backpack covered in astronaut stickers. “I think blur is what memory looks like before you’re old enough to lie about it.”
Sebastian’s response is disarmingly honest. “I understand being alone in a big room. I understand waiting for the bus in the rain. That’s not grown-up stuff. That’s just feelings.”