He isn’t in the business of selling fish, nor is he interested in building a conventional brand. Instead, he processes seafood,masters intricate techniques, reconstructs the fragmented, and makes a deliberate choice to inhabit the space between fine art and manual craft.

Koca Rifo is neither a standard gastronomic enterprise nor a singular art project. It represents the narrative of an individual striving to bring craftsmanship and artistry to the same table—someone who remains deeply reflective while refining his technical skills. While we have long been familiar with Fırat İtmeç through his visual arts practice, he has recently shifted his creative energy toward a more physical, sensory, and material engagement with the sea. His focus prioritizes the process over the transaction, experimentation over public visibility, and technique over titles. This is precisely where Koca Rifo emerges: not as a form of escapism, but as a profound transformation.

This trajectory—spanning seafood processing expertise, R&D initiatives, pop-up events, and conceptual production—largely ignores the traditional boundaries separating art from gastronomy. It views being “caught in between” not as a state of crisis, but as a fertile ground for inspiration. We joined him in this exploration, engaging in a dialogue that meandered through childhood nicknames and deconstruction, as well as umami-inspired sculptures and Dadaism.

Umami, Deconstruction, and Dada: The Maritime World of Koca Rifo
Photo by Burçin Esin

Fırat, I want to start by saying how much I genuinely enjoy following your journey. I’m curious: where did the name “Koca Rifo” originate? Was it a sudden realization one morning, or is it a character that has been living within you for years?

Thank you very much, Mine. I should start by saying that nicknames have always held a particular weight for me and those in my circle. Since childhood, we’ve assigned nicknames to one another, to places, and to people. I believe this process crafts a character that is far more vibrant than a name given to an embryo before its identity is even formed. Since my high school years, people have called me Rıfo—despite my name being Fırat. I’m not entirely sure why; “Fıro” would have been the more logical derivative, but Rıfo is what stuck, and I never felt the need to question it. It simply stayed with me over the years.

Around 2016, I was working on a comic book with a friend, Ali Ünal, and at that time, I was drawing stories centered around a character named Rıfo. I tend to gravitate toward semi-autobiographical work. When I began working with seafood, adopting this name felt appropriate—a way to simultaneously mask myself and reveal more, acting as a sort of “cover” character. Occasionally, due to the size of my hands and feet, descriptors like “big,” “bear,” or “animal” were tossed around, and I think “Koca Rifo” (Big Rıfo) evolved naturally as a fitting pseudonym for a man of the sea. Beyond that, my mother was raised by her grandfather in an old Istanbul family. My great-grandfather was a magnificent character, deeply enamored with the Bosphorus, who was constantly cooking and eating seafood. His name was Rıfat. It brings me great joy to share these traits with an extraordinary man whom my mother viewed as a father figure. When people unknowingly call me Rıfo today, perhaps they are catching a glimpse of that legacy coming full circle.