I am 190 centimeters tall, although I feel that age has already taken a couple of them.
Sometimes I imagine myself as a young man in these current times who has made Dymo’s fortune with labels. And I smile. But despite everything, this being ‘healthy’ has never prevented me from doing things.<\/p>\n\n
Being tall allows you to help elderly women reach items on the highest supermarket shelves, enjoying that quiet sense of gentle usefulness. But this being ‘healthy’ also forces my body into Houdini-like<\/em> positions inside crowded vans when I’m around the world. More and more often I find myself hating flights – and I know it could sound absurd – because my knees are carved into the front seat, and my only possibility is the aisle seat where I can stretch out a leg. Just one. Until the lunch trolley arrives and the hematoma on my tibia is included in the ticket price.<\/p>\n\n I have always been ‘healthy’ and, despite myself, this has always ensnared me in the condition of being… ‘visible’. And in a profession like the one I have chosen to pursue, the ability to be \u201cunseen\u201d is the foremost aspiration, in service of one\u2019s photography. Not being able to rely on the confidentiality of my physique, I often found myself being a ‘non-visible’ by doing the only thing I could do: making myself stand out even more and becoming part of what I was telling. To be inside the scene until the scene itself could embed me and make me, in fact, a ‘non-visible’.<\/p>\n