Behind closed doors. That’s the name of a series of photos I’ve taken during the last two years. That didn’t happen intentionally though, the shots were more like an additional product of sightseeing trips to Oxford, Corsica or Ireland or taken from a train, sometimes even from inside a building. When I recently flicked through some photo galleries, I found the – mostly dark – essence of doors, windows and even curtains very striking because they do hold different meanings in each context.
It is not a traditional series, in fact, they could not be any more different from each other and that’s what I appreciate about them. Some don’t feel like doors, they let you step into another world and others clearly make you feel excluded (which is a good thing, I wouldn’t want people to randomly stand in my living room for observation reasons…)