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Ozzy Gatto, a metro museum artist!

 A few days ago, something interesting caught my eye: a black-and-white photograph peering back at me, depicting an unknown person against an unknown backdrop. Soon I began noticing more of them throughout the metro, each bearing the insignia of the artist collective Ozzy Gatto.


These photographs come from the personal relics of Ozzy's collection, spanning decades into the past while transforming the metro into a moving museum. In a radio interview from five years ago, one of the collective's two representatives alluded to the purpose of the project: to serve as a unifying thread between the early twentieth century and the present day.

To me, these photographs feel especially reminiscent of the subway tunnel connecting the metro to the central train station. They lend a poetic coherence to us travellers as we move through space and time, much as the people captured in those images once did themselves.

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