i came to otherland to see a country at a critical political crossroads. i came home with a completely different story: one about its youth, its heritage, its people's rough edges and soft spots; and also one about myself, about my love and frustration, and why i chose to show no evidence of what and where otherland actually is.
in the dying days of may 2013, anti-government protests violently erupted out of a small occupied park next to istanbul's taksim square and quickly spread all over turkey. this protest movement turned out to mark a defining moment in modern turkish history, similar maybe to what woodstock became for the usa, just slightly more violent than a music festival...