Where the sea meets the pitch, dreams come true.
On a beautiful sunny day, I must shoot a picture of a picture being taken. The sky is blue, the sun is shining nicely. What a view and hot spot!
A surreal landscape, where the discarded and unwanted are piled high. A place where dreams go to die, and the detritus of human consumption is laid bare.
Humans landed on a cold planet, full of snow, where a bright light colours grey aluminium panels in blue. The new land feels safe and amicable.
What secrets does this bench hold? What stories could it tell?
The Big Apple nightlife. A palpable energy enriched with vivid and striking colours. Sitting on luminous red steps when in need of an energy refill is free to all (bums). A small and yet important example of the attraction of the American dream.
We, humans, stand on our feet to discover the world. My moving camera honours the world of below, where our feet belong and where reflections of movements bounce and shine.