i can’t remember our final moment and we had it, sure, we had was it the one at our place? it doesn’t matter, you may think he didn’t know it was the last and neither did i well, if there’s some kind of justice in this world then it matters to me were we sitting in...
I capture moments. I display people. In the way they are, in the way they seem to be. With all their beauty – or wickedness. Their story stays in a certain moment and we can only guess how it continued. It is possible to return back to them anytime. They show the past how it...
