I visited one more time before the renovations began.
Throwback from APSS 2017. Meet the teams.
Cold breeze of the sleeping concrete serial killer. Vast empty space of interrupted promises.
Haste, crowds, heritage, architecture.
Climbing up to the Hoxha’s five-point star. It casts light into lowlight.
Arza fortress, and the enchanting views from her eyes.
Occupied, abandoned, restored, opened. So I dive into the Bunk’Art, and a lot of film rolls.
It’s there, and it’s timeless.
Decay. Mud, rust, humidity and raw salt. Vast artificial landscape. Bird sanctuary.
Spikes, triangles and edges. Dark concrete watching me on a cloudy day in the north.