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Kotor / Montenegro · 2017 cruise ship destiny
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Montenegro sounded noble and it looked the part too as long as you didn’t move an inch away from the coast. The backsides of towns like Kotor and Budva looked a lot humbler. Cruise ships and gourmet restaurants would turn into produce sold out of car trunks. It was like coming back down to earth from the tacky heights that made those all-inclusive vacationers middle-class queens and kings for a week.
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a glimpse
Kotor / Montenegro · 2017 trunk market
Kotor / Montenegro · 2017 sea pool
glimpse: ♫ | There is something very raw and honest and democratic and loving about busking. Giving out his innermost intimate, the artist is stripped of sheltering masks, naked, vulnerable, exposed to the judgmental and cursory gaze of passing strangers who hide in the anonymous darkness of their unbroken steps. The artist asks for nothing in return. He does not beg or insist. He trusts. The artist must be a lover. A lover of art and a lover of people.
places / stories
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places / stories
Kotor / Cruise out of Control: Consumerism on Vacation, Ethics Left at Home
the ugly dynamics of a journey sold as destination
Of course, like with all needless and senseless consumption, the cheap cruise tickets came at a price. I had met those who pay it.
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Perast / Photos of What I Don't Remember
Perast / Montenegro · 2017 mountains between sea and sky
Perast / Montenegro · 2017 blue molecules
The sun started doing its limbo and the color temperature around me got a few degrees warmer, and the warmer it got, the more I felt those little islets that flecked the bay, the more I wanted to devour them whole.
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Perast / Montenegro · 2017 islet bits
The memory of what I ordered for dinner is forever lost in that warm ether, but I will never forget the view from that table because I took a picture of it. That’s not entirely true. In fact, I have no memory of it whatsoever and looking at this picture I am detached from it as much as I would be from a stranger’s picture.
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Perast / Montenegro · 2017 salt & vinegar
Perast / Montenegro · 2017 moving on to more of the same
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Budva & Sveti Stefan / Dialogue & Debate
Budva / Montenegro · 2017 stone by stone
I met up with Irina, the Russian mother of two who looked more daughter than mother. When I first met her and her friend in Kotor, I thought she was a student. We walked around Budva for a while, where at least every other person was Russian.
Budva / Montenegro · 2017 view with a view
Budva / Montenegro · 2017 shingaling
Budva / Montenegro · 2017 old town stone
We decided to walk the ten kilometers to Sveti Stefan as well, all the while talking about very interesting things of which I remember exactly none. I do remember that the dialogue heated into boiling debate at times, but no one got burned and everything was as amicable as it was provocative.
Sveti Stefan / Montenegro · 2017 private peninsula
Sveti Stefan / Montenegro · 2017 the last beachgoers
Sveti Stefan / Montenegro · 2017 Irina
Back in Budva, we had a drink and a coffee at her hotel's open bar and they were what you would expect, but more than I could have asked for.
Budva / Montenegro · 2017 mega hive
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