Sunday

The photo essay called Sunday is focused on aging of an urban human. The viewer finds himself in a colorful world of seniors who regularly meet on Sundays to celebrate life by dancing. They put on their best dresses and, despite the restrictions, bring their own food and alcohol to the ballroom. In a way, they are revisiting their youth and rebelling against society and its expectations of how should a “normal senior” behave. The sunday parties may seem amusing on the surface, but at the same time one cannot resist a feeling of loneliness and nostalgia for times that passed and people that passed away. Still, every sunday the ballroom turns into a brave world of fulfilled desires.