Frontyards in Chicago
2023
In Chicago I couldn’t find anything. The city felt empty, grey. Every weekend I went walking through the neighbourhood where I lived, a Mexican district called Pilsen. I took photographs, and after a few weeks I noticed that almost all of them were of front yards; nearly always empty, almost always grey, yards you looked down into from the street. In the end I photographed around four hundred front yards. The repetition became a kind of study, though it was never systematic. Each yard was both the same and different, variations on emptiness, on neglect, on the small traces people leave behind.
Ofcourse, I made a book out of it.
