Parke Life
This image wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t accidental either.
Just a moment on the street. People passing through a patch of brightness. Ordinary, on the surface, one figure in a white coat catching the light just enough to stand apart.
There’s no trick to it, just the way I tend to see and shoot. Slightly out of focus, letting edges fall away, letting things become less certain. Not quite abstract, but not fully real either.
The more I looked at it, the less it felt like a scene and the more like an impression. Something half-remembered. Familiar, but just out of reach.
Parke Life felt like the right title. A quiet nod to Trent Parke’s White Man.
But in the end, it’s just how the world looked to me in that moment, slightly off, and not entirely explainable.
Ren Kobic.