“All of us are watchers – of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway – but few are observers. Everyone is looking, not many are seeing.” This aphorism, often attributed to Peter M. Leschak, captures a modern malaise: we live surrounded by images, screens, and surfaces, yet rarely pause to inhabit what we see.
The figure of the flâneur, immortalised by Charles Baudelaire and later Walter Benjamin, offers a counterpoint. The flâneur wanders the city not to hurry through it but to linger, to attend, to notice the unnoticed. Where the commuter watches the crowd for gaps in traffic, the flâneur observes gestures, textures, the choreography of everyday life. Watching is functional. Observing is revelatory.
To watch is to skim. It is the peek at a newsfeed, the…
