But is not every spot of our cities the scene of a crime? every passerby a perpetrator? Does not the photographer - descendent of augurers and haruspices - uncover guilt in his pictures?
A rebus: a catalogue of sites and/or a catalogue of latencies, signs, but of what?
The sites, which range from former scenes of forced prostitution, suicide, murder, drug manufacture, assault, and armed robbery are interleaved with sites equally as banal. The sites posit no narratives; there are no common codes, signs, yet they intermingle as images amongst one another, sub rosa.
Like a location scout with scrambled addresses, the images seek to cancel one another, the sites and their signs become suspicious of themselves and their portrayals.