Indochina: The Internal Journey
It is during an antielectric storm that I find myself in Indochina, it is one of those storms that do not allow any of our electric and electronic devices to work properly.
My initial feeling is confusion, maybe by the absence of plasma, lcd and other luminescents, I am like an addict waiting for the next dose that never comes.
I see people that seem to have been there forever, but I had missed them while I was drugged by gigabytes, they had been there, protected by the storm. Without projections or predictions, they live for today, and as I do not understand how this I take them in photos so now they belong to my past.
And I wake up...
These photos will be exhibited in Gingerboy Restaurant from June 11th till July 9th
My initial feeling is confusion, maybe by the absence of plasma, lcd and other luminescents, I am like an addict waiting for the next dose that never comes.
I see people that seem to have been there forever, but I had missed them while I was drugged by gigabytes, they had been there, protected by the storm. Without projections or predictions, they live for today, and as I do not understand how this I take them in photos so now they belong to my past.
And I wake up...
These photos will be exhibited in Gingerboy Restaurant from June 11th till July 9th
