Recently I've been revisiting shoots I did long ago (if a few years can be considered long ago). It's an exploration of memory, but memory is really about the present. I see the photos differently now; how I saw them before is lost. So I build a new structure out of the feelings that I have when I look at these photos taken by a faraway self in a faraway place.
These truly are different photos then they were four years ago. They look like they were taken in a quiet alley in old Europe and maybe they were. It feels like they were. I never share so many photos at once, but sometimes memory is exuberant and you have to know when to say yes.
Do you want to know a secret? I still don't know what I'm doing and I certainly didn't when I took these photos. I just had a beautiful feeling.