I never really liked this picture because the way it intruded the privacy of a stranger. I also didn't like the feeling of humiliating others. But pictures do change over time. In this case I would say it has something to do with me forgetting the woman's face. It's just a crotch on a bus stop. But then again it's something more. This particular crotch now has me groping for words. I have always found photography to be a profoundly sad activity.
Thursday, 30 January 2014
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Our stay in Nome, Alaska, was way too short. I walked around for hours every night, trying to photograph as much as possible.
Then it struck me that houses really looked different when people sleep. The houses seemed more vulnerable. There was even intimacy. And the more intimate it felt, the creepier I become.
I wished people somehow could project their dreams on the walls outside. But I just snapped a pic- ture and quickly moved on.