The goal of the ride is the journey.
Hundreds of thousands of people use public transportation every day to get around the city. Commuters on their way to work, a group of teenage girls on their way to school, and the man behind the camera also uses this mode of transportation.
From October 2016 untill 2018 this spider web will be my habitat.
These coincidental companions, brought together by their itinerary, share moments together on the same metro, tram, or bus.
Mostly, this interaction is limited to crossing glances. The bright screen of a phone offers a handhold, but also creates an extra barrier to hide behind.
A bus or tram ride is the guide along a cross-section of the city, from posh residential neighborhoods and 19th century mansions through in gray appartement blocks.
The traveler is treated to an amalgam of colors, building styles and people, a sight-seeing tour worthy of its name.
Is much more than a start or end point of the trip. Men and women where life has been too hard for find some warmth and some change.
After school, they are often flooded by youngsters. The majority disappear before the home front commits the obligatory "Where are you now?" phone call. They are replaced by the commuters who hurriedly retun home.
This crowded river dries up into a rippling stream. In the morning glow, this diverse collection once again take over the stop.
22 March 2016
Like thousands of others, I crawled through the eye of the needle. This horrendous act, however, has claimed dozens of victims, killed or scarred for life. The city has suffered an uppercut which is difficult to overcome.
Although the scar will remain, Brussels is a resilient city. The next day the subway rode again.
Nevertheless, or rather because this project.