the Sun is a Clown

a topography of Lockdown   observations of a year when the world was struck with a pandemic and ground to a halt.
 A haunted tranquility charged with cultivated suspicion, social distancing, isolation and moral exhaustion. This pause may have helped us to notice our own world again and more closely (almost all photographs were made during walks in and around the 1017 zipcode in Amsterdam).


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