Every citizen who walks in the streets of Beirut feels the mourning of the city. It is not the pandemic that has kept the city lights off for 4 months...
Beirut photography has always been my queued and self-needed visionary scape shooting for the architecture of every era that has lasted in it, for the lights that went off on the 4th of August, and for the life that is dead now.
However, reviving the haunted rooms in spaces of any location has become my identity. It hurts me to do that for the current state of a city who has never slept with people, history, poetry and art approving.
25th of December, 2020.