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A a photographic journey around Cairo of the year 2007. The black&white pictures show a real side of the life in this huge City.A visual poem, a book to read and watching.A night in the city.by Adrian AlecuLight is coming from the street lamps, and illuminating the shadows.A young man is sitting at a table, eating a small meal at a restaurant patiofacing the street. On the other side of the street a bus is coming. People aregetting off. I take a few pictures and go further with my small camera. I try not to be observed, and not to disturb.The street, a neverending stage with acting people. The...
A a photographic journey around Cairo of the year 2007. The black&white pictures show a real side of the life in this huge City.
A visual poem, a book to read and watching.
A night in the city.
by Adrian Alecu
Light is coming from the street lamps, and illuminating the shadows.
A young man is sitting at a table, eating a small meal at a restaurant patio
facing the street. On the other side of the street a bus is coming. People are
getting off. I take a few pictures and go further with my small camera. I try not to be observed, and not to disturb.
The street, a neverending stage with acting people. These people have no names, they have no stories. Where did they come from and where are they going, who knows? What is the difference between "come" and "go"? Maybe the time they are taking. They are my protagonists, and our guide through this film.
And if there is no dialogue the pictures have to do it, to communicate to each other. That s my aim, maybe also because I don t believe in contemplation.
A visual poem, a book to read and watching.
A night in the city.
by Adrian Alecu
Light is coming from the street lamps, and illuminating the shadows.
A young man is sitting at a table, eating a small meal at a restaurant patio
facing the street. On the other side of the street a bus is coming. People are
getting off. I take a few pictures and go further with my small camera. I try not to be observed, and not to disturb.
The street, a neverending stage with acting people. These people have no names, they have no stories. Where did they come from and where are they going, who knows? What is the difference between "come" and "go"? Maybe the time they are taking. They are my protagonists, and our guide through this film.
And if there is no dialogue the pictures have to do it, to communicate to each other. That s my aim, maybe also because I don t believe in contemplation.