Thomas Struth, born in 1954, is a German photographer.
I read about him (he loves museums, he loves “series” of photos, he shows large formats) and I watched his pictures, but I couldn’t find or decide why I stayed… but I stayed, and kept exploring his work.
This tropism, when you discover something, you don’t know why you insist exploring it, because obviously you don’t know why you like it, but you like it!
Is it because of this street :
Or this road :
Or these people watching… what :
Or this city :
Like Jeff Wall, he :
These photos stop me. They have something I don’t understand.
I have this inner smile.
Well, I think I’ll need a book…
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