We were almost strangers. We met in Cordoba, Argentina one month before the begining of the longest lockdown in the world. It is still running. More than 120 days. We spent the lockdown together, at his temporary appartment, provided by his company. This pictures happened during the strenghtest lockdown time, in April. We could only go out to buy food, just one of us. We spent 3 months living together.
“I live in Germany buy I was traveling in Argentina. I had to stay there for 5 months, there were no commercial flights. There are still non commercial flights…
I am an exhibitionist, ocasional model, upcycling designer, an entrepreneur in Berlin.
He: He had just moved city because a new job. He didn’t know anyone in this city.
He has been an amateur and hobby photographer for around 10 years now.
We just had each other. It was intense and yet amazing.”
– Adrian
Life is here
Life is exactly here.
In an unexpected moment of truth.
Naked. Fragile and yet strong as a lightening.
Exactly here.
Quiet violence.
The moment I see the wound and feel no pain, in extended version.
Here. Now.
In this simple word that takes two seconds to be said and in the silent aftermath that seems to last forever.
The word resonates again and again taken out of context.
A timeless loss of senses. Disorientation.
Pain.
A wake up call.
Life is here.
Like those dreams where I’m voiceless when I need to scream.
Only that I’m awake.
Life is always
in an open question mark.
In unfinished sentences.
In the expectation. In the surprise.
In the accident.
In the coincidence.
In the mistake.
In the absurd, yet so logic.
Exactly here.
In a sudden perfume that brings back a memory I thought I had lost forever.
Memories find us, not the other way around.
(Desire operates always like this:
I said I wanted it all without knowing I had it already.)
Life is exactly here.
In this momentary lapse of blindness after a flashing light directly to my eye. It hurts. It disturbes. .
Life.
This contradictory feeling between anger and pity.
Life.
A loud laugh when
I
want
so
much
to
cry.
Life is my feet without a ground.
Life is swimming in heavy waters.
Is walking without moving forward.
And when there is no sleep.
And no way to wake up either.
Life is when watches don’t count the hours
because time is empty of meaning.
Life is here.
No past. No future. Just now.
Absolute
pure
irreversible
forever
now.
Model:Angie
Words and Photos by: Adrian Aguirre
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