GOROD is an ongoing visual love letter — not to a city, but to the city as a living structure. Its rhythms. Its refusals. The way concrete arranges itself into something that either pulls you under completely or pushes you out before you’ve even arrived.
I know before I land. Before the first street, the first corner, the first light falling wrong or exactly right — I already know whether this place will consume me or whether I will move through it like a ghost who was never invited in. There is no middle ground. There never is. To love a city is to photograph it the way you photograph a lover — obsessively, tenderly, with a kind of violence underneath. Every frame is an act of possession. Every image an attempt to imprint what is already slipping. I capture corners as if pressing them into my skin. I document rhythms as if I could carry the pulse of a place inside me after the door closes.
Because it always closes. The goodbye is always already written into the arrival.
GOROD is the archive of that.
BELGRADE / BUDAPEST / MALAGA / SOFIA / BERLIN / PRAGUE
