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Wenn Sie an einem ganz gewöhnlichen Tag spazieren gehen und es Ihnen plötzlich so vorkommt, als hätte Sie ein Polarlicht geblendet, sind Sie höchstwahrscheinlich Ivars Gravlejs begegnet. Im Gegensatz zur Mehrheit der Vertreter der tschechischen Intellektuellen und der übrigen Gesellschaft ist er nicht der Meinung, dass schwarz, grau und andere depressive Farben besonders elegant erscheinen (anarchisch, zurückhaltend, unempfindlich usw. Die Wahl überlasse ich dem Leser) oder ein demonstrativ abfälliges Verhältnis zu Kleidung darstellen.
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If you are walking down the street on an ordinary gray day and suddenly encounter something that looks like the Northern Lights, then you have most likely run into Ivars Gravlejs. Unlike most members of the Czech Republic’s artistic and intellectual circles, Ivars does not find black, gray and other depressing colors particularly elegant (anarchist, reserved, non-staining – insert the right word here) or a defiant demonstration of the wearer’s generally dismissive attitude towards clothing. His bright orange pants, acid blue backpack with pictures of Superman and/or Jesus, and his direct, straightforward expression, free of depression, give away his alien status. Despite the fact that he has lived in Prague for more than 10 years, his keen and sensitive mind and body have failed to find complete harmony with this city. After numerous creative aspirations, achievements and accomplishments, Ivars decided to return to Riga, Latvia – where he claims to have been born in 1979. But it is just as difficult to be an alien somewhere else. After a year in Latvia (a country about which most people know only that it is located close to Lithuania, with which they constantly confuse it) and after several furious experiments, shocks and revelations, he returned to Prague. And so Prague has its own alien again, whom the media routinely refer to as a “young, though already fairly well-known Latvian photographer.”
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