Nov. 2017, I’m in a bus from Heraklion looking at the cityscape, thinking about our home renovation in Belgium and my lost parents. Then, that ruined building whith “L’AMOUR” is written on its frontage, suddenly appeared as a revelation.
A day later, with my toy lens attached to the camera, I decided to return there to capture a perfect image of that revealed scenery.
I made a walk in the neighbourhood in that touristic late season atmosphere but there was no sign of love in the area. I also took some buses, but without seeing it. Even on the last day of my journey, I walked for 3 hours with the same conclusion : it was probably just a dream or another illusion made by the Demiurge who was cheating me.
The story could have ended there without photograph, but as you see L’AMOUR does exist, it really does!
And you know what? The building was located just a couple of minutes by foot from my hotel. I finally caught the picture from behind the bus window during my return to Heraklion airport, this is my last record from Crete.
The point could be just like a fairytale meaning that Love is closer than we think… However this simplistic view is too far from our cynical reality; so I’d prefer a deeper dialectic according to my mood and sense of indecision.
As is often the case, I didn’t make that perfect image I first wanted, but I’m still fascinated by the spontaneity and improv. Guess what? Yes, I believe that opportunity knocks twice.
To me, the run-down building depicts a part of me (and maybe us) that’s growing old. Reading L’AMOUR on a wall is a shaped mantra; It doesn’t help but makes you remember that you once loved or were loved… And a photograph can be a unique memory tool.
Now, let’s remember what we have.
Lots of love & photography for 2018