In Tel Aviv, »old.new« is the »new.old«. The bizarre harmony of these two paradoxical and conflicting poles forms the archaic soul of this city. It is celebrating it’s own decay while phoenixing it’s architectural neural network. The hill of spring is it’s own simultaneous autumn. Love it or leave it. Or walk the Tel Avivian way and do it both.
Nikon FE, Nikon F100.
Kodak Tri-X 400 at various speeds.
If you liked that one…
… you might also want to dive into the vivid graffiti jungle of Tel Aviv’s famous Florentin district? Or you could turn the experimental way and go for some Lomochrome Turquoise Jerusalem trip. If you would like to see some other Israel, walk out into the desert and see what’s so strange there!