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Poetry in disguise: Louis Vuitton’s Fall 2019 collection comes alive in Pamuk‘s Istanbul

Here we come to the heart of the matter: I’ve never left Istanbul—never left the houses, streets and neighbourhoods of my childhood. Although I’ve lived in other districts from time to time, fifty years on I find myself back in the Pamuk Apartments, where my first photographs were taken and where my mother first held me in her arms to show me the world. I know this persistence owes something to my imaginary friend, and to the solace I took from the bond between us. But we live in an age defined by mass migration and creative immigrants, and so I am sometimes hard-pressed to explain why I’ve stayed not only in the same place, but the same building. My mother’s sorrowful voice comes back to me, ‘Why don’t you go outside for a while, why don’t you try a change of scene, do some travelling …?’ 

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Conrad, Nabokov, Naipaul—these are writers known for having managed to migrate between languages, cultures, countries, continents, even civilisations. Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness; mine, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul’s fate is my fate: I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am. 

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Flaubert, who visited Istanbul a hundred and two years before my birth, was struck by the variety of life in its teeming streets; in one of his letters he predicted that in a century’s time it would be the capital of the world. The reverse came true: after the Ottoman Empire collapsed, the world almost forgot that Istanbul existed. The city into which I was born was poorer, shabbier, and more isolated than it had ever been its two-thousand-year history. For me it has always been a city of ruins and of end-of-empire melancholy. I’ve spent my life either battling with this melancholy, or (like all Istanbullus) making it my own. 

An excerpt from Orhan Pamuk's Istanbul: Memories of a City 

Photographs: R. Burman; Stylist: Malini Banerji; Hair and makeup: Deepa Verma; Model: Urvashi Umrao, Anima Creatives; Assisted by: Mariana Eva Perez (styling), Idil Hacirafoglu / Digioneplus (photography); Digital Realisation: Prashish Moore; Special thanks to Ministry Of Culture And Tourism, Republic Of Turkey; Komal Seth and Ankur Talwar.

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