Istanbul

Martine Rousset. 2008. France, Turkey. No dialogue 100’



“With my passing travels, Istanbul remains enigmatic and without secret, far from prevailing visibilities.” (M.J. Mondzain)
Everything is mixed, everything is there – not in organised, protected, preserved strata, but in accumulations, wearing, erasing, emptiness and chaos. A wild garden, here; the cycle of life and death; nothing is destroyed, everything is alive, wearing out, continuing. The clock: the Bosphorus. This city is way, the passing of. Here as nowhere else I perceive something of infinity, of the unceasing mixing of times, constant flux, appearing and disappearing; the presence of other times at the edge of the visible...

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