Your body is not a temple.
Your body is the house you grew up in.
How dare you try to burn it to the ground.
You are bigger than this.
You are bigger
We have been documenting what we call Ghost Houses - the traces of a building left on the side of another building - for many years and published some of our photos in the book Public Phenomena.
But, this is the first time we have seen them used in this really stunning way, as a reminder of what had been in the building … an attempt to fight gentrification and forces outside of the community’s control. These are really great!
The height district of Budapest (Hungary) has been changing deeply due to the current urban plans, causing much of a stir. In order to keep the neighbourhod’s memory alive, the collective Merge Invisible painted life-sized murals: black and white X-Ray of how the interior of the old buildings were.
NestRest photos have orbited through Tumblr dozens of times, but I finally found out where you can purchase one (or ten).
Michele! Michele!! What about this nest?!?!?!?
He wanted to talk about the sea - he might have said something like this: “It was the sea that made me begin thinking secretly about love more than anything else; you know, a love worth dying for, or a love that consumes you. To a man locked up in a steel ship all the time, the sea is too much like a woman. Things like her lulls and storms, or her caprice, or the beauty of her breast reflecting the setting sun, are all obvious. More than that, you’re in a ship that mounts the sea and rides her and yet is constantly denied her. It’s the old saw about miles and miles of lovely water and you can’t quench your thirst. Nature surrounds a sailor with all these elements so like a woman and yet he is kept as far as a man can be from her warm, living body. That’s where the problem begins, right there - I’m sure of it.
yukio mishima, “the sailor who fell from grace with the sea”
A quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
Photographed by me