A destructed landscape occupied Lebanon for 15 years. In 1990, the civil war took end. Ever since, the country has been rapidly growing. Few are the neighborhoods left with bullets and explosives scars. Yet the overwhelming scar in which we Lebanese live in, is the randomness of the urban planning where no guidelines were set since the end of the war.
This photographic series offers a perspective to the city’s landscape seen through a scarred window of the past. A bullet hole, a key hole where immoralist truths lie behind. Focusing and framing twice the very random and repetitive mixture of the city’s architectural and urban identities. A cold mooring aesthetic of Beirut.
NB: None of the presented photographs were digitally manipulated. A hand-crafted filter was used on top of the lens.