Zürich, Switzerland
I shot this to capture a moment of tension between repetition and release.
These concrete curves aren’t just structural—they’re performative. Each one folds forward with quiet urgency, like they’re reaching for something beyond the frame. They echo one another, but no two are exactly the same. That’s what drew me in—the illusion of sameness, gently unraveled by light and shadow.
These concrete curves aren’t just structural—they’re performative. Each one folds forward with quiet urgency, like they’re reaching for something beyond the frame. They echo one another, but no two are exactly the same. That’s what drew me in—the illusion of sameness, gently unraveled by light and shadow.
My intent wasn’t to glorify the form, but to reveal the motion buried inside it.
The photograph is about continuity, yes—but also about the small disruptions that give it life.
About the rhythm of restraint.
About the choreography of weight.
The photograph is about continuity, yes—but also about the small disruptions that give it life.
About the rhythm of restraint.
About the choreography of weight.
This isn’t just a structure.
It’s a pulse frozen mid-beat.
It’s a pulse frozen mid-beat.
