The Wall is an alternate world, filled with cartoonish characters and split down the middle. One side poor revolutionary Borduria; the other the faded grandeur of aristocratic Syldavia. This is fiction. This is Eastern Europe. This is the 1970s. Anything’s possible.

You are in the centre of a disputed territory. Tearing through it’s heart is a wall. A border between two countries: Borduria and Syldavia.  

In the West, Syldavia, a string quartet play quietly as the people toast King Ottokar in their palatial embassy bar. In rooms to either side besuited Syldavia play roulette and sip Martinis whilst discussing the state of nation.

Meanwhile - over the wall, past no-mans land - the annexed Bordurians. The ZEP (The secret police) agents of the Tashist regime circle sniffing for the  revolution that is brewing beside moonshine, pocket-watch sellers and skiffle bands. Bordurians print revolutionary posters, dance late into the night on cheap beer as the black market thrives.

All photography Camilla Greenwell