The Weight of Empty Spaces
I walked through the subway station this morning, and for a split second, the crowd thinned out completely. I was left standing on the platform, surrounded by nothing but cold tile and the hum of the ventilation. It was strange how quickly…
The Salt of Gravity
The air before a storm tastes of wet slate and iron. It is a heavy, metallic tang that settles at the back of the throat, reminding the skin that it is porous, waiting to be soaked. I remember the feeling of a sudden drop—not the fear of…
Sorry, We’re Closed by Sébastien Beun
This shot was taken in Monteriggioni, a small medieval village in the middle of Tuscany, along the Florence-Siena motorway. Monteriggioni is different from the other Tuscan villages because it is the only one that is still totally surrounded…