It’s the year 1992, a time of great changes, but also insecurity.
It’s the time of purple nylon suits, fake leather jackets, fluffy lamps, videotapes and also the first time of commerce streaming into Bohemia. The newly re-established Czech Kingdom is flooded by foreigners. Dealers and businessmen rush onto the barren market. But some are driven here just by their curiosity.
According to the deal from 1991, all the Russian compatriots/locals have already left the former military spaces. Everything is going according to the plan; only few of the last places are left.
That is the official opening and I can’t add much. Only that I met many variations on fairytale characters during that weekend. But even they could not grant my wish for clouds in the noon and less contrastive lighting, and not even those for sun at night and enough light for shooting. Where there was no help from the fairytales, the dull reality had to suffice, so I photographed Obora in that.