Browsing a book that I bought and put right on the shelf:
HCB - Paris à vue d'oeil (already an expression as versatile as it can be)
Paris right before our very eyes, Paris in a glance, Paris under the naked eye …
Paris visible, invisible, lost, found again, or as the critic puts it: On peut toujours quitter Paris, Paris, lui, ne vous quitte pas!
Browsing a book from the shelf, I was thrilled to see work unknown to my eyes, then pleased to see that even "them" the holy monsters of photography, inhabitants of the holy city of strollers and surrealists, even them walked the same paved roads and found refuge under the same bridges.
Paris, where we live amidst two dreams suicided from the top of the bridges! (photos and text by Michail)
Saturday 12.11.16, 08.00 hours, I have just arrived at the Zografou University Campus. The more I drive around the more I am glad I have arrived early. I dream of a series showing the abandon of a whole generation, the betrayal of a splendid youth. After an hour spent on the spot I let myself convinced that it couldn't be otherwise. Live and let live!
Sunday 13.11.16, 09.00 hours, I am heading from Acropolis to Piraeus. Hands on the wheel, Petrou Ralli bridge, the morning sun hits me on the front, it stretches the shadows to the infinite. I take the turn. Dumped couches, dumped souls, under the bridge! I want to stop to take the pictures. I want but I won't. This makes me a lousy photographer, or someone still in search of his perfect camera. The iWink! (one morning in Athens by Michail)
"Surreal is what is most local, ethnic, class-bound, dated. It is the unposed slice of life. And what renders a photograph surreal is its irrefutable pathos as a message from time past, and the concreteness of its intimations about social class." S.Sontag
Named after Leipzig (Lipsca in 17th century Romanian), the word lipscan (singular of lipscani) meant trader who brought his wares from Western Europe.
During the Communist period, the whole area was scheduled to be demolished, but this never came to fruition. The district became neglected ...
I have rediscovered Lipscani in 2005. They made it since then! Or not! (by Michail)