This is a fabricated nostalgia in search of a self constricting understanding, a vulnerable, un-fillable void, a yearning to forget all of the tiny little details that I cannot seem to let go, that I piece back together so scrutinizingly meticulous.
I sink deeper and deeper, withdrawn and incoherent and yet I feel unwound and unfettered. It’s where I go to meddle with the inner workings of a distant train-of-thought, so subtly complex yet so sweetly sensual.
So take from it what you will, I only hope that this maze leads you to get lost into your own beautiful conundrums.
Location: --
Shot with:
Chamonix 45F-2, Rodenstock 75° Apo-Sironar-S 1:5.6 f=180mm
Film Stock: Illford HP5 400