Faces

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Oh I will love writing about this. Because this is about all the craziness I experience here, all the faces that stay stuck in my mind for lifetime. In other words, it’s all about the essence of this city that can’t stop to amaze me. It’s all about superheroes, witches, Mephistopheles and cherubs, marginals and […]

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Invisible

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I adore this area in Brooklyn, stretched between the Williamsburg and BedStuy. There is a huge Hasidic jews population here. The deeper I go the harder it becomes to figure out whether this is still New York or some other placeless place. This neighborhood seems so unique to me that every time I get here […]

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Artist Studio

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 I had a chance to visit some artist studios during the Bushwick Art day. It’s strange to realize how a place, so empty, can be so inspiring. Visiting someone’s place can be a truly lifting experience in it’s very own sense, like seeing an artwork or hearing a musician. It’s soaked with the intangible joy.

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Analogue New York

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Two months ago I landed in New York. City of big dreams, aspirations, desires. The city of chimeras. Delirious New York. Eternal spin, a tempest, a stroboscope feel. Anxiety. My gaze cannot focus anymore. The city of great contradictions, paradoxes, disparities. Inequalities. The color is my queen of gaze. The city is composed of distinct […]

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China Dream

“With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, […]

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Wandering in Normandy: cosmic stations and picnics

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Normandy, a region of North-Western France, is a historical site of European history. Although not the most popular site in France for tourism, it has lots to offer for the passersby. The most vivid part about this region is its abandoned bunkers and fortresses built by Germans during the World War II. To be honest, […]

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Lisbon, my saudade

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Lisbon, my saudade. The city of sweet melancholy, wild hearts and ecstatic experiences. I long for you in my dreams, you little blue flower. Every time I step in you again, I know that miracles will lurk for me around the corner. Fernando Pessoa, my favorite Portuguese poet, and Jose Saramago, a Nobel Prize winning […]

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