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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