Yvette Kapsala’s photographs from ‘Katrina’ are washed in melancholia

Yvette Kapsala‘s photographs from ‘Katrina’ are washed in a deep melancholia, a sadness that is ingrained with the detritus of time, of urban living, of hard graft, of struggling, of trying to make it any which way.

These pictures tell a familiar story. One that many of us have endured. There are no easy answers or solutions in this tale, each day is weighed down with the problems of everyday existence, of survival in a world that increasingly forgoes the heart in favour of technological efficiency. This is what Kapsala is revealing in these pictures. We may be peeking in on the life of Katrina but in truth we are looking in the mirror at ourselves. At a reality that is hidden from us by the bright lights of the big city and the promise of eternal riches. Here’s what Kapsala has to say about her project:

I met Katrina on the subway.
She was wearing a fake fur and her eyes were wet.
It was her 22nd birthday.

Her life is no ordinary.
A life flourishing in between.
Unfinished thoughts, peculiar perception and an abstract sense of existence.
Unbearable feelings fed from the unknown.
A delusional real setting.
Blurry glance, a small apartment and a white dog.
She’s unique.