Marko Alpner
Music photographer. Delivery manager. Endurance athlete, passionate about carbs. Also, an assistant cat caretaker.
By day, I’m an ex-designer turned IT project/delivery manager for custom software solutions. By night, I’m a freelance concert photographer. Somewhere in between, I’m trying to keep a balance between work, optimistic athletic goals, and a handful of hobbies that sometimes spiral into obsessions.
Quick, Possibly Unnecessary Facts
- Conceived in Yugoslavia, born in Slovenia on September 3rd
- Official photographer with Siddharta since 2018
- Attended 850+ concerts in the last decade
- 2:45 marathon runner
- Had issues with naming files that one time
- Not welcome at Jan Plestenjak’s concerts
- Vulnerable to Panettone and Tiramisu
- Suspiciously opinionated about toilet-paper holders
- LEGO fan & collector
- Whisky-curious
PS: If you’re looking for my resume/CV, click here.
Photography
By coincidence, luck and a bit of eavesdropping, I found my niche in music photography more than a decade ago. Since then, I’ve been covering
Proudly working as an in-house photographer for Siddharta since 2018.
I’m grateful to the promoters, managers, musicians, and creatives who trust me with access and permission to tell stories from my point of view.
Outside of concerts, I push myself into other genres. When the pandemic froze the event industry, I found an opportunity working with PM, poslovni mediji d.o.o., contributing to Ljubljana magazine. Along the way, we collaborated on projects with brands like Porsche and Lidl.
It is far better to be exhausted from success than to be rested from failure.
Vid Voršič
More recently, cycling pulled me into new territory. Collaborations led me all the way to the Tour de France in 2022, documenting the sport, the people, and the beauty of the biggest cycling race in the world.
The goal remains: learn, improve, and tell better stories – while meeting some amazing people along the way.
Running
Running was a family affair before it became an obsession.
I ran my first 10K when I was eight, a half-marathon a year later, and spent my teenage years stacking trophies across road races, mountains, triathlons, and marathons. Running wasn’t just a sport – it was a way of life.
Then, an injury ended that chapter. Hard. Years of pain, failed treatments, and stubborn denial eventually turned into acceptance.
Fast-forward to the pandemic.
Overweight, flirting with triple-digit kilos, and freshly humbled by a painfully short bike ride with my now ex-boss Miro, I decided to try again. ž
Slowly. Properly. Thanks to physiotherapy, patience, and a lot of hard work, I went after the goal I’d buried years earlier.
Sub-3 marathon.
Checked.
Setting a goal I genuinely care about gave me focus and tolerance for discomfort, and somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the sport again.
Food
Food needs no justification – but if it did, breakfast would be the answer.
Why run at 5 a.m. in the most miserable weather?
Breakfast. Coffee. Second breakfast.
I’m obsessed, unapologetically. Croissants, tacos, curry, sushi, pizza, just give me – but always quality over quantity.
I care far more about stories on a plate than white tablecloths. Street food, local gems, places where passion is obvious and where the dish remembers who made it.
Meals introduced me to some of my favourite people and unlocked a new world for me. Barely scratching the surface, always looking what’s around the corner.
Cover & thumbnail image by Damjan Končar.