Under his belt Berlin, London and New York in the 1970-80s, legendary cities in legendary time. Since then, they have been gentrified by relentless capitalism and therefore irretrievably lost. Today in front of his camera Palermo. The city that is stuck somewhere between the past and the future slapping in the mixture of a sticky heat, exhausting laziness and indisputable tradition. Tradition that plays a role of a protective menat or ultima ratio safeguarding the local lifestyle. Miron Zownir faces Palermo, one of the few cities in Italy he set a goal to photograph recently, without prejudice, but with his signature nonconformist attitude.

Ready to discover, he wonders its markets and cemeteries, peeps into stadium, descends to the catacombs. The unbridled riot of color that impresses so much new arrivals is distilled in his photography to black and white austerity. No frills. The usual. In a strange way, such asceticism suits the city; it becomes more compact, less festive, sometimes surprisingly frowning and even grim. In a word, it reveals itself exactly as it really is…