Following the will and wind
We may just go where no one’s been.
Ride the spiral till the end,
It may just go where no one’s been.
I remember in boarding school, the last thing wanted was to socialize in any way with my fellow students, teacher or that god damn nun running the place. I had found an old-fashioned walkman, a relic even then, and managed to hook up my computer to a tape deck. Morpheus was discovered, and soon I had a tape from my favorite artist playing non-stop through cheap Sony heaphones. And thus, music became an inseparable part of my life.
How did your debts get paid?”
Shit’s a’changing again.
If you’re reading this, I have moved in together with 4 other people in one enormous house and we finally have internet.
At the Thursday of writing however, I am in this house all alone. A mattress and sleeping bag will make up my bed tonight, because all my belongings, from toilet paper to my wallet, are currently hidden away in boxes, stacked in a corner of the living room, 2 floors below me. Several people already told me they think moving is fun, and I declared them all batshit. Moving… is hell. (more…)
Photographing for someone else is a pain in the ass. If you’re lucky, there’s people at the site that you know and you won’t be ignored to the point of spontaneous identity crisis, but even then a photographer’s job is a lonely one.
Many people, me included up until recently, will think an assigned job is pretty much the same as everyday street photography. And they would be dead wrong, too. (more…)