Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective. Sometimes for our own sake, too.... Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside.... razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings, sunsets swallowed by darkness.... Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin..... An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions .. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
25 December 2006
18 October 2006
Shanghai - Afternoon life in the Citadel
the watermelon boy
family at home

visiting friends in the jailhouse


Xitang channels


skylines

17 October 2006
Berlin Potsdamerplatz

Space Invader

Lola

blade

family portrait: brothers

light-bike rider

Alien: guts

table / show gridlines

light ... years away

platz

window table
Metropolis

Jedi ready for sabre duel

08 June 2006
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