This City of Istanbul is Priceless

Concert

March 17, 2024 / 17:00

Approaching Istanbul's cultural and artistic history from a musical perspective within the theme of "Şehr-i Istanbul," (The City of Istanbul) Rezonans offers a polyphonic musical experience as part of On the Spot: Panoramic Gaze on Istanbul, a History which aims to shed new light on the history of Istanbul’s representations through panoramic paintings and photographs.

The choir features Kyrie Eleison’s prayers which have echoed through Istanbul for centuries, the poems of Nedim proclaiming "This city of Istanbul is priceless," and the works of Hasan Uçarsu and Volkan Akkoç, important composers of our time.

You can attend the concert, held on the same floor as Intersecting Worlds: Ambassadors and Painters, with a museum ticket. The seating is unnumbered.

Temporary Exhibition

On the Spot

The exhibition aims to shed new light on the history of Istanbul’s representations through panoramic paintings and photographs. It critically approaches the history of the "panorama" and contextualizes its many iterations. While examining the layered relationships in the production and consumption of panoramic images, the exhibition also explores the circulation of these images among different audiences, their receptions, and the connections between various media that have gained popularity over centuries.

On the Spot

A Night at Pera Museum

A Night at Pera Museum

Celebrating its 10th anniversary this year, Pera Museum invites artist Benoît Hamet to reinterpret key pieces from its collections, casting a humorous eye over ‘historical’ events, both imagined and factual.

Paula Rego in Istanbul!

Paula Rego in Istanbul!

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Midnight Stories: The Soul <br> Aşkın Güngör

Midnight Stories: The Soul
Aşkın Güngör

The wind blows, rubbing against my legs made of layers of metal and wires, swaying the leaves of grass that have shot up from the cracks in the tarmac, and going off to the windows that look like the eyes of dead children in the wrecked buildings that seem to be everywhere as far as the eye can see.