28Aug 22
On a cold but sunny winter day, we explored Grahovo.
Turbulent times in Montenegro. We come out on the streets to show our spirit when the country is at stake. For the third time in history we rise to show that Montenegrin nation will not perish, and this time we know our demons, both foreign and domestic.
It was one early morning on the fleamarket, and there we met. She was sleeping there in a pile of dead cameras and she looked at me, my communist diva!
Carnival in Tuzi. Corona virus, neanderthals, angels, monsters, bedroom on wheels, indians, and a lot of CRI-zero sodium-vapor streetlights. Hold my beer.
Cold and hot, windy and calm, sun and clouds. Lots of humans climbing up to touch the spring. Views, and a strong draft.
Sitting in his busy atelier with a hole on his hand and a few color stains. Stefan Todorović it is.
Compressed in a very tight can, the dog was happy and the gasket fell from the door… so we parted on our journey.
Rolling ideas under the Synchro Building.
It was a screen printing day full of colors. With my friend Tolja of course.
They used to play on the abandoned concrete.
Speed and light in lowlight. The impossible Sony A7S.
Sometimes a phone is all you need.
Some flashbacks remembered through the 645 eye. Nonchalant scans makes perfect.
Haste, crowds, heritage, architecture.
Bicycles, wires, dust, heat… lots of footwear also. A short visit of a Montenegrin to Shkodër, with no occupational intent.