There is a country, other than the one I currently live in, that I hold dear. It's the country where I grew up. Luxembourg.
There's a strange feeling that I have when I return there. Every time I see something changed, I feel disappointment. Regardless if the changes are for the best (which I don't think, anyway) I'd like it to remain the same as when I left. Seing the once bare fields filled with ultra-modern malls brings a frown to my face. And what about you? How do you feel when the place where you grew up changes?
I came here, having in mind to photograph this place, the things I feel here. But right now, I feel the emergency to do it. Because if I wait another 10 or even 2 years it will be less the place I used to know.
Be ready.

Example II

Wrapped in my shawl (the weather is chilly here) I've finally had the time to take a look at the rest of my most recent roll. I've found another example of the "photograph your schoolyear" project. Here it is :

What you've seen 'till now is in black and white, but I'm still waiting for an expired slide film with some more pictures. I guess my photography lover friends wouldn't appreciate this, but I felt that some means fit the personality of the subject more than others, so I used them respectively.
Let's see what this is gonna give...

Results

Do you remember the project I had started "photograph your school year" ? I've had the first results.


More of those coming soon...

I'm dazzled...

χαρης, originally uploaded by kallia fisaraki.

No, really. I'm dazzled because in this picture I see a friend of mine and I almost can't recognize him. Though the hippy summer look plays its part in this, I'd bet my head it's the photographer's "fault". Because I've seen recent pictures of her, and I see people, my close friends, the ones I see all day every day, and I can't even recognize them. She has the talent to show aspects of people in her photographs that they can't see. Can I do that? I have no fucking idea... If my bizarre monologue convinced you a bit, take a look at her flickr
You might not understand what I'm talking about, but she's got lovely portraits