The Flâneur, Psychogeography and Drift Photography | ArtHopper. Essays Not to find one’s way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal.
It requires ignorance — nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city — as one loses oneself in a forest — that calls for a quite different schooling. Then, signboard and street names, passers-by, roofs, kiosks, or bars must speak to the wanderer like a cracking twig under his feet in the forest.