Assignment: standard portraits of the German CEO of the Turkey operations of a middle sized business producing fake wood decor paper.
Everything comes different: his Russian wife and her friend over from Moscow demand to be the centre of action instead of that bloke she married. Oh, trophy wives!
Some weeks ago, I went back to what had been Sulukule, the great Roma-quarter in the old city of Istanbul. A few years ago, it was completely bulldozed for an “urban transformation project”. Today, it is a very sad place – plain Toki-compounds with a neo-otoman touch. I strolled off to neighbouring Keçeci Karabaş Mahallesi, infamous for its aggression towards the Roma of Sulukule. I, too, got harassed again and again until suddenly, a squadron fighter jets flew by – summarizing the my mood on that cold day.
A million lights glistered, the Bosphorus laid calmly in her middle, that was the view out of my window on descend to Istanbul.
I am back here, in the city of a thousand names, and for the first time since finishing work on Socotra, I will work intensively on a photographic project. as always, it feels good, as it feels good to hold a camera again.
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