
Istanbul has so much to see that my eyes’ only relief comes from looking up.
I dream of Istanbul. Four days and nights I’ve lived and breathed the city. Its east and west, capitalism and socialism, Asianness and Europeanness, beauty and ugliness. I’m here for the Foundry Photojournalism Workshop to shoot a story in a week.
How do I feel about this city? I ask myself every morning before leaving my hostel. Then I go out to attend class with Rena Effendi (more on this wonderful photographer later) and take photographs. In the evening, almost comatose I’m back in my hostel going through my photos and exchanging stories with my fellow workshoppers. Then I pass out.
Finally, the answers come to me in my dreams. But by the morning, I have forgotten them.
I hope these dreams find their way into my images. I hope the answers that elude me every morning reveal themselves in the faces and places I capture. Can I photograph a dream? I have two more days to find out.
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I like her 'jaddouli'.
I like the photo and the jaddouli :)
I would really want to see what your dream looks like! Can't wait :)
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I like her 'jaddouli'.
I like the photo and the jaddouli :)
I would really want to see what your dream looks like! Can't wait :)
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I like the picture
I love the content of the post
Can you try doing some yoga in the mornings or before crashing in bed? Am sure it will help on different levels...
I like the picture
I love the content of the post
Can you try doing some yoga in the mornings or before crashing in bed? Am sure it will help on different levels...