Maybe it’s kind of a universal DiChirico-point of view. A local urban architect even anonymously despised my outlook, blaming me of ‘biting the hand that feeds me’. Without being arrogant, I’m afraid my pictures are sometimes to close to some kind of personal truth. Or at least, at a safe distance from ambiguous ideologies. The kind, most of Belgian people are not aware of or just, for their own profit, vegetating on.
Strange atmosphere, especially the third photo. Good.
I’m afraid this is really what my country looks like. Social affection is rather invisible…
It seems like everone’s dead or gone away. A lack of human presence. Very dramatic, in its introversion. One can experience that in Sweden, too.
Maybe it’s kind of a universal DiChirico-point of view. A local urban architect even anonymously despised my outlook, blaming me of ‘biting the hand that feeds me’. Without being arrogant, I’m afraid my pictures are sometimes to close to some kind of personal truth. Or at least, at a safe distance from ambiguous ideologies. The kind, most of Belgian people are not aware of or just, for their own profit, vegetating on.
P.s. Jag gör världen vaknar….