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This book is an arty, instinct based and intuitive exercise. A snapshot , a visual reflection on the “Two Americas” (if this ever exist) token a week after Trump won the US elections, in Manhattan, during 3 days.
The book is organized in pairs of photos, trying to, without any documentary pretention, show “two kind of americas”, potentially and just conceptually contrasting “street scenes” I saw there.
“Where the Streets have no Name” (from the U2 “The Joshua Tree” album, that originally had to be named “The Two Americas”)
Link to clip on a NY rooftop:
I wanna run, I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I wanna feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust-cloud
Disappear without a trace
I wanna take shelter
From the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building and burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
The city’s a flood, and our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I’ll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building and burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Fotos in pairs appearing in the book:
“Your Dreams Are Not Your Own”
Oriol Lloret
Link to the bookstore: https://www.amazon.com/two-Americas-Oriol-Lloret/dp/1366733258
