In this day and age, reality writes the most twisted scripts. Fiction such as “House of Cards” (Netflix original series) has a hard time keeping up, to tell the story of the city which is a capital, the capital par excellence. But not of gentlemen and ladies nor honesty and fairness. While condemning the people of a whole city would be absurd, I have to admit though that there lies a rather strange taste of mistrust in D.C.’s air.

When walking any other city with a telephoto lens mounted to your camera, it’s assumed that you are either a tourist or an artist of some sort. In D.C. though you are often perceived as danger in the form of a spy or snoop of some sort. Impressive buildings repeatedly suck in and spit out rather unimpressive crowds and it’s hard to believe those are the men and woman who try to rule the world. [Part II]