Title: How does it feel to be leaving the most beautiful city in the world ?
Photographer: Marco Lachi
Text : Olufemi Terry
Graphic Design: Alessandro Cavallini
Book, 25 pictures, 48 pp, 20x26,5 cm / 7,87x10,43 in
Edition: 250 copies
Printing : Offset on Munken Lynx and Favini Burano (cover)
Documentary Platform Editions
ISBN 978-88-905304-1-8
Price 24€ + shipping
“…a strange breed. It’s the mountain and the sea. People down here don’t need human interaction so much.”
And even as a Eurocentric aesthetic continues to predominate, a frantic, rearguard mood has become apparent among the city’s whites. With every passing summer, Cape Town’s non-whites become more and more visible, assertive and numerous. It’s not difficult to envision the city as it appears through feverish eyes: a citadel under siege, a dwindling outpost of civilization. And there’s no doubt where the ultimate stand in defense of the old life will—must—be made: the slopes of Table Mountain. As one local told a newspaper reporter, “People have come to accept that you can be mugged in town or on the road but the mountain is somehow seen as sacrosanct. For me as a Buddhist it’s my temple, my soul food.”
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Photographer: Marco Lachi
Text : Olufemi Terry
Graphic Design: Alessandro Cavallini
Book, 25 pictures, 48 pp, 20x26,5 cm / 7,87x10,43 in
Edition: 250 copies
Printing : Offset on Munken Lynx and Favini Burano (cover)
Documentary Platform Editions
ISBN 978-88-905304-1-8
Price 24€ + shipping
“…a strange breed. It’s the mountain and the sea. People down here don’t need human interaction so much.”
And even as a Eurocentric aesthetic continues to predominate, a frantic, rearguard mood has become apparent among the city’s whites. With every passing summer, Cape Town’s non-whites become more and more visible, assertive and numerous. It’s not difficult to envision the city as it appears through feverish eyes: a citadel under siege, a dwindling outpost of civilization. And there’s no doubt where the ultimate stand in defense of the old life will—must—be made: the slopes of Table Mountain. As one local told a newspaper reporter, “People have come to accept that you can be mugged in town or on the road but the mountain is somehow seen as sacrosanct. For me as a Buddhist it’s my temple, my soul food.”
website / to order
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