In my first attempt as a stranger to get under the skin of Detroit, I found int the largely deserted streets of
Detroit the houses as representative of the people in his social context - the house as a body, as a second
skin, so to speak, with the gradual decay revealed. But I also found the residents fighting the daily decline.
With the inception of artificial light the long history of the social interior in the 19th century began. But how
can photography shed light on darkness when its very constituent element is missing?
As though the wheels of history had gone into reverse, the electricity to the homes in vast areas of Detroit
had again been cut off.