Mexico, or perhaps more specifically, Mexico City – the Pure land. Pure not in the sense of not being mixed with any other matter or free from dirt, but pure in the sense of honest, real, unobscured, and unobstructed, something quite scarce in this modern day and age. Maybe unknowingly and unconsciously I was drawn […]
Author Archives: Willem van den Heever
I'm an independent filmmaker, photographer, writer, environmentalist and explorer from Cape Town, South Africa. In 2015 I graduated with a BA Film Arts degree from The Open Window Institute of Film Arts, in Pretoria, South Africa and have since travelled to over 30 different countries (including Antarctica). One of my most memorable journeys include a five months backpacking trip through the untamed wilderness of North America and an 8500 km train journey via the Trans-Siberian Express. I have a fascination with the complexity of the world and its people and I believe there are hidden universes waiting to be explored inside each of us.
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Photo story: Dérive, Panama City
In August of 2021, I was sent to Panama to work as a documentary photographer on a campaign. Because of one reason or another, I had a lot of free time on my hands to explore Panama City and its surroundings. I ended up spending two months in the country, strolling the streets, alleys and […]
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Saving sea turtles: Two months at the Two Oceans Aquarium Education Foundation on Kodak Tri-X 400
Earlier this year I had the privilege of crossing paths with Maryke Musson, CEO of the Two Oceans Aquarium Education Foundation. Little did I know that she would become one of the most influential people in my life. She did not only introduce me to the Education Foundation and the numerous conservation programs they are […]
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After 56 years: The last days of Riviera Salon on Kodak Portra 400
On an early grey wet and gloomy Friday morning I walk through Cape Town’s Thibault Square in search of Riviera Salon. With the weather hanging heavy and dark over the city and over myself, I feel a bitter weariness pulling at me and I know the story I’m most likely about to hear is certainly […]
