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In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand. -
In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to exctract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek “polykatoikia”: standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in arhitectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay. In these diptychs, strange couples and fictitious alter-egos are being revealed. In between mind and matter, young and old, concrete and skin, nature and civilization, there lies a constant debate about where exactly we stand.
