With every new photo of an empty storefront, I avoided my reflection in the shop window. A friend had told me about the furious, dog-tired faces of the people, worn down by the financial crisis.
But here, no one looked out the window. Only to put up signs: “For Sale,” “For Rent,” “Closed.”

I had hoped the crisis would reveal itself to me. In people. Perhaps in their eyes. As something shared. A collapse that makes everyone equal. But the people looked unchanged. They moved from A to B, as they always had.
So I photographed buildings.
A sequence of desolate shops, abandoned gas stations, unfinished concrete shells frozen in a single moment, as though the money had simply stopped coming one day and no one had ever returned.
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The stray dogs became my companions. We wandered through the city. Like strays.
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Artist Talk with Youvalle Levy from Replika Publishing

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