In 2008, author Ryszard Kapuściński aptly pointed out how any notions of a 'global village' are inaccurate. "The essence of a village depends upon the fact that its inhabitants know each other well, commune with each other and share a common fate. Meanwhile nothing of the kind can be said of society on our planet, which is more like the anonymous crowd at a major airport, a crowd of people rushing along in haste, mutually indifferent and ignorant."
I respond to places by taking pictures. I love to discover a new city by walking around its urban labyrinths without a specific plan or photographic target – to capture life how it strikes me with its joy and magic, but also its despair.
I found New York a very chaotic metropolis where everyone is always 'too busy'. Solitary shadows cross the urban landscape facing the paradox between the myth of the city as an island of salvation for many immigrants and the human desert that often welcomes newcomers.
In Bogotá, the largest city in Colombia, and one of the biggest in Latin America, I met a complex, aggressive, indifferent urban hell with a multiplicity of overlapping facets in constant tension. It is at the same time seductive and repellent, beautiful and disturbing, a hierarchical and heterogeneous space defined by a perverse, endemic inequality. Colombian poet Gonzalo Arango describes it as “a cancer of the soul,” a sad and gloomy metropolis.
In Rome, my city, the ancient and the modern combine cruelly to create a new urban reality that is no longer eternal and 'divine'. It is a surreal space far from the glorious and mythical image many have of the capital; an overlay of past and present, a juxtaposition of ancient decadence into modern real space where a different kind of decadence imposes itself.
–Viviana Peretti, 2015