| Written by Anne-Lise Karam-Choueiri | |||||||
| Wednesday, 15 April 2009 | |||||||
| As a kid, I was scared of train stations. I was scared the train would leave without me. Impressed by the iron mass of technology, I still had a lingering fear that the train would be coming straight at me while I was waiting on the dock. However, as I grew older and spent a year in Paris, train stations became a real mystery for me. My fear of trains disappeared, and train stations became charming. I usually tried to stay away from big crowds, yet in train stations I felt good and I often waited for a moment when I could wander in those stations. I loved to look at people, imagine their stories as they waited for a train, dank a coffee, or read a newspaper. But most of all, what I wanted to show in these pictures is what train stations really are to me: an indefinite space to which no one is attached and in which people just pass, for a second, a minute, or an hour. You see them, look at them, but will never remember them as their faces remain blurry in your mind. And, sitting in a corner, you have a fraction of a second to imagine their lives and give them a story. In the blink of the eye, they’re not there anymore…each person has a story to tell you, even though you don’t know her…
These photos were taken in December 2006 in various train stations in Europe. Check out Anne-Lise Karam-Choueiri’s photo gallery for more of her impressive work: www.annelise.choueiri.com .sboxgallery {padding: 10px 10px 30px 30px;} #sboxth {padding: 0 5px 15px 0;text-align:center;font-size:10px;width:100px;} #sboxth img {border: 1px solid #eeeccc; border-width: 2px 2px 2px;} #sboxth a:hover img {border: 1px solid #3e3e3e;border-width: 2px 2px 2px;}
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