Beginning from Italo Calvino’s ‘Invisible Cities’, I have begun making a photobook with poetic texts about the different districts of Buenos Aires. 

Sample text – 

    ‘For the more wealthy families, they pay rent for a space in Funerary Recesses, essentially glorified file-cabinets. Drawers that had to all be changed to be light and operable from the inside to avoid noise pollution when those who woke used to bang and yell from the inside marble at ungodly hours, triggering the howling from balconies of dogs and the decrepit. Families come every so often with flowers and a snack for the sleepers, to check on the state of their decomposition and to assure that their clothes are not too eaten by moths. But when their rental period runs out, or for those who don’t have enough room in their closets and under beds, and don’t mind their relatives being exposed to nature, they are simply slipped around the city; flung in trees, in corners of car parks and under train station stairways. For the more old fashioned, there is the nearby park of shallow graves where children like to hop from mound to mound playing tag.

Occasionally they find the body still perfectly intact after years and which glow quietly at night in the reflection of the moon, giving a sign of sainthood. In which case they are moved to glass Mausoleums paid for by the state, which the dead and the living stare enviously, fogging the glass.’