There is an abstract form of irritation.
A kind of language sent by buildings and the city itself that signals us something. If there is, then I heard the streets telling me and most of its inhabitants: Keep out!
And like flies bursting on windows there were all these people crashing with their young pure energy on high fenced walls. Only remembered by leaving their mark. The walls and doors of these areas were screaming straight forward: No entrance! For you, him and everybody.
Seeing these rough signals popping up more and more in the world's capital cities, to me seems to be a major importance within photography. To visualize the space's language, to deconstruct its message as well as its consequences.
Photographed in Sao Paulo, Brasil in 2006.
