“One of those incredible stories. A story about blurred, underexposed photos and homemade cameras. A story about the bodies of women photographed by a confessed voyeur, who sneaks a peak through the fence of the public swimming pool to catch a glimpse of the women and who puts up with the ubiquitous fence pattern inscribed on the obscure bodies of his victims by the measures of decency. Maybe one of the weridest, most touching contributors to the gallery of ‘bathers’ that has sublimated all the longing for bodies in the history of Western art.”
(Excerpt from the text by Harald Szeeman from 2004, published in: Miroslav Tichý, Roman Buxbaum (ed.), ©tichyocean 2006)





























































































































































