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PATHS - Ruben Brulat
“Searching for a narrative constructed only by the randomness of the encounter, photographer Ruben Brulat has traveled from Europe to Asia by land only, through Iraq, Iran, on-to Afghanistan, Tibet until Indonesia, Japan and Mongolia to complete his latest works titled ‘Paths’. During this year of extensive travelling he invited strangers to romp naked across the exotic landscapes in which they found themselves. Stopping passers-by and asking for their participation Ruben amassed a series of images and stories of individuals and couples embracing the landscape with their whole bodies. Performing sometimes in welcoming sand, sometimes in the harsh snow, the series of images capture a concurrence between man and nature.”
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"I’m looking for that lonely street
I’ve got a sad, sad tale to tell
I need a place to go and weep
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
A place where there’s just loneliness
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and mem’ries meet
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
Perhaps upon that lonely street
There’s someone such as I
Who came to bury broken dreams
And watch an old love die
If I could find that lonely street
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and mem’ries meet
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
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I’ve got a sad, sad tale to tell
I need a place to go and weep
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and mem’ries meet
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
There’s someone such as I
Who came to bury broken dreams
And watch an old love die
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and mem’ries meet
Where’s this place called Lonely Street?
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New York Arbor by Mitch Epstein.
I used to walk by this particular tree every day when I lived in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn and always thought it was an oddity.
