Lens: Voigtlander color-skopar 35mm f2.5
Camera: NEX-7, ISO1600, f2.5, 1/40, raw
This is the elevator in the building where our accountant has his office. The last time I’ve been here it was day 303 of the project, and I took a view from a window in the meeting room while waiting for him. The post for that pic was one of my weird analysis of modern society (you know, here on the blog I can get to my point without being interrupted every five seconds due to the stuff I say), in which I told you that the office is placed in one of the old and majestic buildings in the city center. Now, this is how the elevators in such buildings look like: cages. Trust me, the marble staircase with the cage elevator is a very typical italian view in such old (ancient) buildings.
Now, this isn’t the first elevator I used in the project either. For example, there is a self portrait I took in the new elevator during our moving. I had still got my crazy engineer haircut in that shot, before the Alaska haircut and the new hypster haircut (you’ll see that in the next self portrait). But especially, there is the surreal elevator shot I took at day 40, three hundred days back (it seems so long ago!). I was just realizing what my low-light shots were about, I mean, what was the message I was looking for, because in that (again, weird) post I wrote things like:
“… (to) feel the uncomfortable fear of not being really awake.”
“… a strong message: this was not supposed to happen, this is bad, this is a daydream.”
Now, these same concepts are at the basis of the whole poetic of my urban, nocturnal, low-light portraits and landscapes.