“A trip, with its displacements in time and space can be the perfect way to frame a story”
Moyra Davey, The Wet and the Dry
This morning I was woken up around 5:30 by what I think was the sound of a crow. The sun was already above the horizon and a palid light, filtered through overcast skies streamed in through the windows above the bed. I closed the pane in order to dull out the sound but was unable to fall back asleep, the room was already too bright. I unplugged my phone from its charger on the bedside table, saw that it was 5:30, and spent the following two hours reading a series of wikipedia entries detailing the post-WWII years in Berlin.
The need to locate myself within a history is steadily becoming impossible to ignore.
Publications purchased in Paris and Berlin:
Selected Works from 2006 to 2011 by Salvatore Arancio
published by Innen in 2011
In the Beginning it was Humid by Bastien Aubry and Dimitri Broquard
published by Nieves in 2011
25.Sept – 14.Nov.2010 by Marieta Chirulescu
published by Kunsthalle Basel and Distanz Verlag in 2011
Isolated Rooms by Mark Manders
published by Roma Publications in collaboration with the Art Institute of Chicago and the Renaissance Society at the University of Chicago in 2005
Project Prints by Luigi Ghirri, edited by Elena Re
published by JRP Ringier in 2012
Bilder Pictures by Hans-Peter Feldmann
published by Buchhandlung Walther König in 2002
The Wet and the Dry by Morya Davey
published by Paraguay Press in 2011
Tell Me What You Want, What You Really, Really Want by Jan Verwoert, edited by Vanessa Ohlraun
published by Sternberg Press and Piet Zwart Institute in 2010
At Orly airport, leaving Paris for Berlin, I reluctantly allow 5 exposed + 5 unexposed rolls of film to pass through the x-ray machine at the security checkpoint. The security officers refuse to hand-check my film, threatening to deny me entry aboard, repeating that any film rated under 1600 ISO can pass through the x-ray unharmed. Nevertheless, my empty camera is pulled aside for further inspection after the machine fails to register its contents. I am happy to leave Paris, a city I perceive to be preoccupied with preserving its past. I have my film processed in Germany and hope for the best.