My personal diaspora started almost 7 years ago. I moved away from the desert bleaching under the scorching sun and started a new chapter in life in the vicinity of an empire in decline. For Americans I am a foreigner, and for Israelis I am not that native anymore. After 7 years of dwelling my perception of America with an enamel patina has started to crack.
Last Fall I started working on the design and edit of my friend Niko’s first monograph (America in a Trance, Niko J. Kallianiotis). Niko is a Greek American photographer who lives in Old Forge, PA and since his book was about Pennsylvania I told him we should travel around to get inspiration for typography and design. What I found around me was the post apocalyptic world of the coal mine middle class – for them the world has already ended, and with them the fetishized symbols of America were fading.