Zagreb ≠ Purgertown

Ko sem tistega dušeče vročega junijskega dopoldneva na zagrebški Špici pritisnila na sprožilec svoje Holge, še nisem vedela, da se bo na fotografiji znašla tudi tale gospa, po vsemu sodeč ena izmed tistih, ki zame naredijo Zagreb. Slog mlajših Zagrebčank ni nič posebnega, opaznost in prefinjenost se v tem mestu pri damah izoblikujeta šele v zgornji polovici tridesetih. Nosijo nakit, preproste, elegantne kroje in modne dodatke v svetlih barvah. Lepo so naličene in delujejo malce ekscentrično (to se stopnjuje s starostjo). Ponavadi so rojene Agramerke, ni pa nujno. Hodijo na kavo v hotel Dubrovnik, na kosilo v restavracijo Boban in imajo tiste vrste dostojanstvo, ki ti ga lahko privzgoji samo Zagreb. Včasih bi jim zagotovo zavidala. Danes vem, da so najresničnejše v mojem objektivu.

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On that suffocatingly hot day in June when I took this photo at Zagreb's Špica (center of the center), I wasn't yet aware this lady had also made her way into it; coincidentally, she appears to be one of those women who for me embody the essence of Zagreb. Young Zagabrian women's style is nothing special, in that city finesse begins to form itself in late thirties. The true ladies of Zagreb wear jewelry, simple, elegant cuts and accessories in bright colors. Their make-up is immaculate and they always seem a bit eccentric (it increases with age). They were usually born and raised in Zagreb, but it's not a prerequisite. They drink coffee at hotel Dubrovnik, lunch at Boban and have the kind of dignity only Zagreb can give you. Once I would have envied them. Today I know the ladies of Zagreb are at their most real in my lens.



* PURGERI: this word was originally used to refer to the people whose Zagabrian origin dated at least 4 generations back; today it's used nationwide (and beyond) for all residents of Zagreb, often with a negative connotation.


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