Tadjine

TOXIC FOOD FOR BRAINS

It’s crazy! It’s the second time i go off and back…how can somebody forget that he writes? Maybe because he was too overwhelmed with the question of “my writing has to be specific and around one subject, to focus an audience…bla bla bla” or dived in beauty.
Getting back to dropping words from the inner of the craziest self realizations to the mini Tumblr box, words that only relates to the fact that it feels good to bring them out.
The picture above is a sign of how much i got lost in Berlin.

It’s crazy! It’s the second time i go off and back…how can somebody forget that he writes? Maybe because he was too overwhelmed with the question of “my writing has to be specific and around one subject, to focus an audience…bla bla bla” or dived in beauty.

Getting back to dropping words from the inner of the craziest self realizations to the mini Tumblr box, words that only relates to the fact that it feels good to bring them out.

The picture above is a sign of how much i got lost in Berlin.

I SAY IT CLEARLY. ALGIERS IS EUROPEAN (or a part of it!)

Meaning… i hate to talk about it this way, but my last and weeklong trip to Algiers really gave me the chance to put away doubts on what i was noticing. i kept the photos mysterious, hoping to push you to visit it by yourself.

Clearly, there have been what i can call layers and layers of architecture styles topped one over another, demonstrated everywhere and around, Arabic, NEO-MORESQUE and others, but logically the most visually present is European, arguing the fact that colonization is not just about “i’m coming to take your resources”, but to conquer your passions, habits and belonging, the style is purely present there, i recognize its influence on recent sets too, meaning that we’ll be having this mindset and ideas pack for generations, and especially helped by the lack of innovative young graduated introducing other cultural identities and concepts in cities. maybe they’re not even initiated to such thinking in their schools.

Even in such hot day and parents with hearts strong enough to let them sell bakeries in those conditions, there was something stronger in this scene; enough to say…”Still the little lady should not be pictured!”

Even in such hot day and parents with hearts strong enough to let them sell bakeries in those conditions, there was something stronger in this scene; enough to say…”Still the little lady should not be pictured!”

I’ll tell you about the way back and let the south journey finish with this shot…because honestly, i can’t tell how much i felt the piece of land they like to call Algeria present at that moment, a warm sunset in a pretty much cold atmosphere in the stony desert, Cheb Khaled roaring in a relativly high decibels inside the car, a 70s “Peugeot 404” from Bourdj Bou Arrerij in front of me. It’s like every element is authentic, and yelling as loud as it can… ”This is the heart of the country”

I’ll tell you about the way back and let the south journey finish with this shot…because honestly, i can’t tell how much i felt the piece of land they like to call Algeria present at that moment, a warm sunset in a pretty much cold atmosphere in the stony desert, Cheb Khaled roaring in a relativly high decibels inside the car, a 70s “Peugeot 404” from Bourdj Bou Arrerij in front of me. It’s like every element is authentic, and yelling as loud as it can… ”This is the heart of the country”