Sometimes, I do.

 

This series of photographs is dedicated to the decorative and philosophical beauty of doors as an essential architectural element, which marks the treshold between "inside" and "outside", "private" and "public", "my" and "someone else's". Doors, at the same time, are the ultimate "time capsules", and in a way hold record of all the people who have ever stood on the doorstep, rang the buzzer or held the handle.