'it was snowing outside (and it took her two days to notice)'
by Jule Wild. Published by Eigensinn.
Short update: Jule's series was nominated for the 'Leica Oskar Barnack Award'. Congrats Jule!
Somehow the award doesn't allow their participants to publish their work before the award is over. We don't really get the meaning behind this rule, but we think it's important that Jule participates with her unique and beautiful work.
In a nutshell, you have to be a bit more patient to get the book. You can sign up to our mailing list and we will let you know as soon as the book is available. Much Love.
About the Project
In spring of 2019 I spontaneously went to Ukraine with two friends of mine to just travel around for a couple of weeks and fell deeply in love with every old train, the timeless aesthetic of all the old buildings, the patterned wallpapers and the people I met. I developed a big fascination with this country and all the contrasts that it holds.
I loved the process of making this project, even when it was exhausting or frustrating. Making this project ment the world to me as I fell in love with photography all over again, the way that it gives you this, almost excuse to go to all these unusual places and the way that it pushes you to go a step further.
It gives you this way of interacting with people that you have just met, even if you dont speak the same languages, and this way of getting close to people that you have just met and go to places that you would otherwise never ever go, like being invited for tea at someones grandparents home or just being invited to someones home in general. It somehow gives you this ability to follow your curiousity somehow and allows you to see so much more.
This book is about the people that I met in the Ukraine. The friends that I made there and that I am extremly thankful for.
I have always been obsessed with the everyday kind of stuff, everything banal. I think that is why it´s so hard to sum this project up. Because it´s really not about anything in particular and I´m always afraid that that makes it shallow, but maybe it just makes it honest.