22.06. - 25.06.2023
»Now you can dress,« he said, euphoric, but already in a hurry.
»Let’s go out.«
She looked at him, bewildered.
»I’ve got you now« he said.
Bice burst into tears.
Antonino realized that he had fallen in love with her that same day.
(From: Italo Calvino,The Adventure of a Photographer)
»Let’s go out.«
She looked at him, bewildered.
»I’ve got you now« he said.
Bice burst into tears.
Antonino realized that he had fallen in love with her that same day.
(From: Italo Calvino,The Adventure of a Photographer)
When I photograph someone, I feel a deep desire to capture the essence- the real, the authentic. To preserve a true, unposed moment and to keep a photograph of that person as an everlasting memory.
But can a single photo ever truly capture such a moment?
And this question begins with myself:
When am I truly myself? What do I look like when I am completely fully present, unfiltered, unobserved? And have I ever caught myself in a moment like that - or is it only others who witness those moments of truth?
So I sat in front of a camera for 45 minutes, alone, without distraction.
I asked ten people - ranging from close family and friends to complete strangers - to find that moment in the video.
But can a single photo ever truly capture such a moment?
And this question begins with myself:
When am I truly myself? What do I look like when I am completely fully present, unfiltered, unobserved? And have I ever caught myself in a moment like that - or is it only others who witness those moments of truth?
So I sat in front of a camera for 45 minutes, alone, without distraction.
I asked ten people - ranging from close family and friends to complete strangers - to find that moment in the video.
And to ask themselves the same question:
You‘ve got me now?
You‘ve got me now?