RigaMapSeptember 12–17, 2001 This is the first photo story I ever shot using a digital camera. I never used a film camera ever again. Ambulance.  Temporary street fence.  Trolleybus stop (see also: Kremenchug and Yoshkar-Ola).  Old town.  Sights to behold.  FMYa.  The city centre, which is beautiful and bears some resemblance to St Petersburg, sits behind the old town.  New style of phone box.  There’s an inordinate amount of weathervanes in Riga.  An unbelievably cruel promotion was underway at the “Mols” shopping centre: people had to stand next to a “Ford Mustang” without taking their hand off it. The person who lasts the longest in this position gets the car. There was one break lasting five minutes every hour. The finalists stood there for three days. In the end there were two people left, a man and a woman. At four in the morning the woman took her hand off the car for a split second — her nerves probably couldn’t take any more. Then she stood there for a further hour until the advertising execs arrived to disqualify her and give the guy the car. All of this was broadcast on nighttime television. Although I would’ve been better off rewatching the movie “They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?”.  |
