At The End Of The Day
Scotland - Western Hebrides. 2016-2018
The project „At the End Of The Day“ is a poetic portrait of a territory – the Outer Hebrides Islands – through the prisme of the young generation living there.
What is the daily life of these young people now, where the population is aging and the economy is declining, where jobs and studies are limited and where the conservative mentality of the community leaves little room for unconventional behaviors?
I wonder how the young people develop a sense of belonging strong enough to decide to stay and keep floating the islands.
Text & Pitures by Laetitia Vancon
My Home, My Prison
Albania, Shkodra 2014
In nowadays blood feud is defined as a serious social plague in the Albanian society. It reveals the power vacuum that characterized post-communist Albania, and especially the extremely corrupt, slow, and unreliable judiciary system. It shows the incapacity of the state in defending the fundamental human right to life as the most fundamental and important right of individual protected by law: the right to education, social life, and freedom.
Text & Pitures by Laetitia Vancon
Do It Like A Dude
Where is the Kid I was.
"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again, Fail better." Samuel Beckett
This essay deals with existential questions of identity and sense of life. Like moth flying blind t
This essay deals with existential questions of identity and sense of life. Like moth flying blind through the darkness of the night, longings from far to a light, where it comes to die - i wonder the sense of life. High-sensitive person, and impulsive, I spend a lot of my time running after time, like a boulimia of life by fears to miss something. I wish i could take pictures of my inner life's perception. Walking between psyche and reality. Here i tryed to portrait, my vulnerability, sadness, obsessions, fears, solitude, melancholia, nostalgia and other inward-oriented states of mind . An intimate poetic journey through the shadows of the time, the memories, the soul, and the millions ways we tremble ourselves into dust and try to hold the mental and physical cracks of our little tectonic heart.
The riddle of that struggle we call „human conditions“ belongs mostly to our need to render this understanding back into the blue and green world, to fix our visions onto something tangible, something others can see, too. No other medium embodies this fixation like photography. Maybe on day our nanotechnology will wire the eye to the mind, maybe we will extract our photographs from the darkroom of our brain directly. But until now this is not existing. Feeling and photography go hand in hand because they share a kind of illegible authenticity. I mean that no method of translation exist which gives us a 1:1 ratio of emotion to meanings or photograph to explanation – We must improvise and reach back into our little cave of wonders, experiences, of remembering and re-remember what we have seen, done and felt.
It may sound like a cliché, but that doesn't make it any less true when I remind us that we are all unique individual. There will never be another person with the same personality, the same unique mixture of strengths and weaknesses, , the same set of talents, skills and creativity and the same breadth of emotional experiences.