THEY CALL US DREAMERS BUT WE'RE THE ONES WHO DON'T SLEEP
''This is just a dream, but fortunately dreams do come true.''
Cyril, 16. Tehran, Iran.
They call us dreamers, but we're the ones who don't sleep looks at the hopes and dreams of youth, inspired by the notion that youth should be an age of infinite possibilities. Most of the project has been shot in the Middle East or in situations linked to the Arab Spring revolution or in conflict zones where youth is often deprived of its right to be young.
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Kabul: Long Long Days and Quiet Nights
We had planned to arrive in spring but our visas were delayed and events here and there came in the way so when I finally landed in Kabul it was the middle of June and the end of the holy month Ramazan.
As I lay down on top of my bed that morning I was too excited to sleep - listening to the sounds of an unknown city waking up and watching the light shine in on my golden-green room through a window covered by protective film.
I could not go out and explore yet, not before a safety brief over lunch and before finding myself a trustable driver. Everything seemed to be complicated, unpredictable, fascinating and dusty. Time moved at a different speed and eyes appeared to be all on me as I took out my camera. Through the viewfinder I saw men watching other men, staring back at me.
Days were long and bright, no matter how early I woke up it didn't seem to be early enough. The good light was reduced to a couple of hours a day, right after dawn and right before dusk. People seemed to be awake at all hours. I was heartbroken and suffering from insomnia. Many quiet nights I would walk around in the private garden below, befriend the driver and night watch Aziz who would sleep outdoors with his laptop, on which he would watch movies or chat on Facebook. Some mornings he would bring me mangos since the fruit store was off safety walking limits, other times he would give me clearance for a rare sunrise walk alone.
Despite its complications and hopelessness, Kabul was a marvel to me and I promised myself to return in autumn when days grow short and nights are still quiet.
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