
In a lengthy ordeal – eight months preparation, six months photography – a city sculptured from bread is left alone to the forces of nature. What at first appears to be a freshly golden-brown of normal bread eventually adopts psychedelic coloration yellows, oranges, and greens from mold and who-knows-what other growths. Towers crumble into uncomfortably fuzzy piles of crumbs and gray debris.
By Johanna Mårtensson
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