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Newmarket and London

England was one of the places in my life at the end of the 1970s and throughout the 1990s. I didn’t take photographs in England, but I walked and admired the beautiful melancholy landscapes. England never fails to make everyone melancholy. Then I attended the first days at Newmarket, with the horses and all the men who mill around them and the old racecourse, where I sought out timeless characters, able to sum up a country obsessed by traditions, yet also – particularly in the 1990s – striving towards the future. I continued my quest in London, exploring and occasionally asking people if I could take their photograph. There is no community here, for I wasn’t interested in it and didn’t look for it. There are just a few people, fragments of an island.
Marco Delogu

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Newmarket, 1998