Federicaville

Going down to Coney Island for me has become sort of a weekly adventure.
I am not quite sure what I am looking for in Ukraine-land, but I guess that is why I keep on going there.
It all started wanting to find more Orthodox Jewish women for my project, but I kept on missing them. So, later my attention was caught up by the Ukraine fisherman. They are there, on the Coney Island pier, every Sunday morning from dawn to mid-day, fishing for fun while reminiscing their times in their old country some 40 years ago.

Lately, though, I have rediscovered somewhat of a Fellinian feeling to the whole trashy beach style of a wintry Coney Island. The over-growing grass on the board walk, the decadent 1960’s theater and the semi-abandoned vending booths resemble some 20th century baroque Italian movie that came out of Fellini’s imagination.
This inspires me to make images that could portray such dreamy-like feeling and yet had some element of the original Coney Island experience.