Switzerland is a country of outstanding natural beauty. That much is agreed on by pretty much everyone who has ever been (t)here. Holiday brochures, picture postcards, tourist websites are drowned in swathes of fantastically-fairy-tale castles and cute little villages against a backdrop of semi-surreal snow-capped mountains. And it’s not airbrushing. It really does look like that. It’s very clean, very maintained, very
I have countless pictures sitting in my hard drive of amazingly ornate buildings, quaint windows and beautifully painted eaves. They all merge into one after a while.
So my aim, from now on, is to find the unseen parts of towns and cities, the rough-around-the-edges places that haven’t been searched out and fumigated by the long arm of the public sanitisation department of the Swiss government (I might just be exaggerating for effect at this stage…)
This is my album of the pictures of the places where the stifling perfection ends, the smell of weed cuts astringently across the clean air; and wild, beautiful, unrestrained life, (human and other,) seeps through the cracks that the authorities can’t be bothered to mend.