Somewhere in Minsk I found this poor guy. It looked exactly like I love. Walls with mold and water runs. Concrete and bricks here and there. Boarded entrance and windows, balconies with growing small trees and shattered glass doors. Trimmed wiring. Lamps that will never light up again. Kids will never play in it`s rooms. And even sun beams could not bring a piece of happiness into these views.
This house reminds me our personal broken hopes and dreams. Something which we all had lost a long time ago when we were just starting to age. As if one small dead house represents a mankind, hopeless and endurance, absurd and beautiful same time.
Something in his portraits evokes a pity and sadness inside of me. I would hug this guy if I could.
P.S.: All shoots took at Sony RX100 M4.
