In 2011, Budapest-based photojournalist Tamas Dezso began documenting the centuries-old traditions that seem to be slowly disintegrating in Romania. The series, entitled Notes for an Epilogue, takes viewers on a powerful journey through the small villages and homes, stunning landscapes, and crumbling buildings of communities that are struggling to stay alive in a post-communist world.

The series captures a rural region consumed with unemployment and diminishing resources. “Symbolic buildings and former factories are disappearing and villages are becoming deserted at an incredible speed, which urges their documentation,” Dezso says. “My aim with this series is to render a world which may disappear forever imperceptibly and very rapidly due to the transitional nature of the era.”

Since he began the project, Dezso has visited Romania more then 30 times in order to develop relationships with the land and the people, and to understand the local values. His fascination with the continuously changing place keeps him dedicated to the ongoing project, and he is working with writer Eszter Szablyar to develop a book that is scheduled to be published later this year.

Tamas Dezso's website
via [PetaPixel], [Wired]

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  • ca sa mentionam si tinutul de manuta din prima poza, sa ma bata sfantu` de-am asistat vreodata la gesturi din astea de tandrete in viata mea. dar poate ca indivizii respectivi or fi din ungaria, alta tara balcanica binecunoscuta pentru cantitatea ridicata de etnie rroma/ km patrat.

  • I do not care if you care or you do not about who i am. It does not matter. The meaning was different. And i am reading your comment and you were upset that there is no photo with peasants working the field.

    Last fucking year (i will speak on your tone and way) i fucking made a trip by foot, 150 km in 4 days, sleeping in the night in the forest or in some sheperd place, it was in southern Transilvania between Sighisoara and Sibiu. I was with a polish friend. It was sad to see all these sasch villages empty, old houses mostly ruined and inhabited by gypsies. One village, Saros pe Tarnave it is only lived by gypsies, it was the most 30 weird minutes of my life when passing through the village by foot, seeing a loooooot of gypsies going in the opposite direction passing us. It was crazyyyyy and somehow scary.

    In the photos shown there are gypsies but also romanian people, people stealing scrap metals but also these guys in traditional costumes. I cannot understand all this fucking shit.

  • it has everything to do with a photographer not knowing what he's talking about.

  • It has nothing to do with the photographs this balkan country thing, you are getting lost in the details. What do you think, we are closer to the balkan spirit? western? south?

    I have been last year in Serbia, Montenegro by tent travelling by bus and train, for two weeks, and i can say it felt like home. I have travelled in a lot of countries by train, bus, foot, bike and balcanic countries were the closest place i felt like home!

  • The series, entitled Notes for an Epilogue, takes viewers on a powerful journey through the small villages and homes, stunning landscapes, and crumbling buildings of communities that are struggling to stay alive in a post-communist world. The series captures a rural region consumed with unemployment and diminishing resources.
    - poor gypsy communities. they have so much to offer, yet we romanians discriminate them.

    the hungarian artist visited romania to get familiar with the land and the people - apparently he got familiar with the minorities - without stating they were actually minorities.

    and btw, i'm calling you a moron because you "do not understand this typical reaction of people when they see their country "in bad photographs" "- as i stated earlier, it's not the bad things that are the problem here, it's the lies - the text and the title. i don't fucking care who you are or what you do. You saying that i'm reacting to bad photos of romania while i'm actually saying the text/title has nothing to do with the photos, is stupid.

    sau ca sa o zic pe romana sa inteleaga tot romanu - eu nu ma agit ca sunt poze triste din romania, ma agit ca dobitocii care au postat cacatu asta au scris ca sunt portrete puternice din satele romaniei post comuniste.
    in aceste poze vezi doar tigani, traind doar in cocioabe (nici macar vreo nunta de la timisoara cu rollsuri), furând fier vechi si altele.

  • so he's been like 30 times in romania and still hasn't found out it's not a "balkan" country. quite surprising, for somebody being so insightful in all other senses.

  • Did you even bother to read artists statement or you just looked at the photos, saw some garbage and birds and gypsies and you went crazy? If we would all judge photography like you do it would become powerless, useless tool in our lives, in society. Thanks to extreme and harsh projects like this, photography has the power to change things in comparison to painting.

    I will paste you here the text so you do not bother clicking the link. Maybe after this it will make more sense to you and you will understand, if not, then not. Go on and call me in as many ways as you wish if it is how you make things work. :))))) Oh my God, just crazy! Na pa!

    Spiritual tradition and physical heritage are simultaneously disintegrating in Romania. Time is beginning to undermine centuries-old traditions preserved in tiny villages, in communities of only a few houses, as well as the bastions of the communist era’s enforced industrialization, which became part and parcel of Romania’s recent history. Those living in the reservations of forgetting blend with nature, exhibiting a humility inherited through generations. Urged on by modernization, they are living out their last days in evident equality of closeness to nature and, helping time, they are diligently pulling down the absurd edifices of their environment. In the manner of termites, they carry away small pieces of immense concrete constructions on the rickety carts of poverty, pick through reinforced concrete frames of former factory monsters, power stations and furnaces, dismantling monuments of formerly enforced modernization which have corroded into a stage set. One year ago, I began photographing the scenes of a world irreversibly decaying, the transformation of a Balkan country surviving the region’s hardest dictatorship. When capturing the still recordable milieu I am examining the parallel of a general tendency and personal stories: as resilient humanity condensing into symbolic destinies takes shape in the face of mortality.

  • You pissed me off so much Elena, it is crazy. I always say i will not comment post generally and every time i do it, just because i express a opinion based on some facts i occasionally am called a moron by some random people. Typical reaction. What can i say, judging the standards i am waiting as a reply from you some more swearing and other useless stuff instead of making it a clever and useful conversation.

    Good luck and energy and dedication in whatever you do,

  • I am deeply saddened by your way of speaking, it is useless calling me a moron, for the sake of a decent discussion, you do not even know me, but you all are brave, of course. I would really like you to meet me and call me a moron in face, Elena.

    I am a romanian but i am out of the country, i am working in a different country, i am in the west so i know what you mean and i miss my country, i miss the good things and i miss the bad things also.

    It also happens that i am a photographer, both digital and analog, it is my lifetime passion and i read about it a lot, and i know what photography means and why some people take such photographs. All you can do is limiting all this to calling me a moron.

    What do you think Elena, Diane Arbus when she was photographing all these strange people on the street they were the core of America? NO! But they were part of it. Some photographers want to show the good part, some try to show some equilibrium and others are closer to negative things and decide to show just that. Do you think that LaChappelle's photographs are correct and true to the american spirit?

    All you can do is brag in a cheap way about it and call me a moron when you have no idea who is the person in front of you and this is the thing that saddens me the most. Do not rush into stupid conclusions.


  • octavian, dear moron, nobody asked about beautiful romantic heavenly photographs. glad you supplied them anyway.

    the problem was the whole post. too many gypsies stealing iron for scrap, and no peasants working the field or anything else for that matter.

    so before you say people are sensible about bad photos of their country, try to fucking get out of the country and see how western civilization treats you. that's right, as if you're in those pictures.

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