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" Two nights ago, a man put the barrel of his gun to my forehead and started to cry..." Jukka, a photographer friend of mine, sent me various emails while on a trip to the Middle East. They were written in urgent breaths and I found myself eagerly waiting for each installment of his unexpected journey. Jukka took me to the point of what photographers see, while questioning what they feel. This short film was inspired by the meandering adventures of someone who uses his camera as his soul in search of an endless desire to "tell more about life." Is carrying a camera a distraction, a protection, an abstraction...? Can the photographer escape the obligation to think? Is he reducing himself to the eye of the camera? What are the forces that thrust him onward? "I just take photos, try to make what is honest and true and that's fucking it." |
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