Reinventing Budapest

Of the nearly 600 photos I took in Budapest, one third were of alternately stoic, colorful and crumbling façades. Chipped amber paint, ash-tinged concrete and vintage curtains billowing in lifeless windows composed the skeletal remnants of a bygone era. Such raw beauty is a rare occurrence; nowhere else have I seen such a purity that is inherently contradictory. These walls, fought over and seemingly left unattended, are both a testament to the trials of the Hungarian people and a symbol of thei...