In between my projects, I have accidentally landed, due to assignments or personal quest, on territories that escape mapping, things that defy categorization. Trying to extract meaning out of them, what seems to unravel is a story about people in the big city. These people represent some important ideas about identity and co-existence – a girl in immaculate vintage dress, a devoted preacher, an old-fashioned heavy-metal fan, a couple of determined cops, and a hooded boy, alone, as if having discovered an opening at the sea, a breathing point. They are in constant dialogue with each other and with their surroundings: the urban landscape, mostly the buildings, and especially the infamous Greek "polykatoikia": standing tall and irreverent as measure of height, imposure and gravity, sometimes photographed one at a time, face to face, as portrait; or among others of its kind, cramped in architectural and aesthetic chaos; at other times shot from the inside, exposing its guts in decay.