Imperfection
Imperfection (or I’m perfection) zooms in on the ‘imperfect’ parts of Utrecht. In our daily life we don’t look at the details of our surroundings, but what if we look a bit further than the front door. What makes Utrecht a utopia to me is het imperfections, the parts where we can see humans leave their harmless mark. The overgrown bushes, the locks on a bridge or the tree held upright by straps. Between the pages are riso-printed postcards combining the perfect and imperfect