Summertime (untitled1)

In a cross between cinema and MTV, glimpses of ships, sun, sea accompany images of the protagonists of these parallel movements: colourful, bikini-clad masses in search of an exclusive holiday in the Mediterranean, and dark, composed, silent groups crossing the Mediterranean in order to survive. The videoinstallation opens and closes with shots of wrecked boats: elevated to the status of monuments in the most beautiful bay on Zákynthos, confiscated and heaped up on top of each other in a hidden corner of Lampedusa.