Hallvar — Between Coffee and Cameras

There are people who chase perfection. And then there’s Hallvar — someone who cultivates it quietly, one roast and one frame at a time.

By day, he is a photographer with an instinct for honest portraits and raw expression. By early morning and late evening, he is a devoted coffee roaster, carefully coaxing flavour out of each batch like a craftsman shaping light. His world smells of roasted beans and developer fluid, of smoke and early dawns, of curiosity and calm obsession.

What fascinates me most about Hallvar is how seamlessly these passions blend. The same sensitivity he brings to photography — noticing small details, embracing imperfection, waiting for the exact moment — is mirrored in the way he brews, tastes, and listens to the coffee he roasts.

Whether he’s standing in his garage brewing for neighbours, inspecting beans spread across a wooden table, or letting the aroma rise toward his face, he is entirely present.

These portraits show him as he truly is:
Focused, playful, experimental — and deeply dedicated to the things he loves.

Hallvar doesn’t just make coffee.
He tells stories with it.

And he doesn’t just take photos.
He lives inside them.