I'm a big fan of Estonian design and I work with the local artists whenever possible. I guess all creatives desire to be seen and recognized. I'm always happy to show things I like. Of course I encourage everybody to support artists instead of big corporations.

I have a dream. In my dream all people have developed a sophisticated taste for designer goods, they can afford them and designers and makers of crafts can earn a decent living from their art. 

My dream became my mission and it found a way into a food magazine Köök. I have a section Nõudepeatus (meaning sth like 'dish stop') in this quarterly magazine where I find a ceramist or a designer I like, present their work to a chef and let the chef develop a dish according to the tableware. Then I photograph the outcome of their collaboration, write the interviews with them both and thats it. I hope the readers will find something they like, either the tableware or the recipes.

This morning my son came to me with a ragged carrot in his hand and said, “We should hold a funeral for the snowman.” Seconds later he started crying like we all have cried once over a melted snowman or a sand sculpture washed away by the ocean or a broken toy. As a parent would instinctively do, I started making up a tale.

“Snowmen don't die,” I said, obviously. “Look at the snowflakes. The soul of a snowman lives in those snowflakes.”

“They are too tiny,” he said poutingly. “That's not enough!”