Rather than pitying this poor and lonely forgotten piece of writing, I prefer to look at it as a crystal hidden in the stone waiting to be discovered: the triumph in the occurrence of beauty against mathematical improbability...
With the acquisition of my beautiful Violetta, a white iPhone 4, emerged the possibility of documenting each episode by taking quick snapshots of the scenes that compose each unexplored day. Instagram has become my new vice: Polaroids for the 21st century. Still I'd rather own the real thing...
|Full speed, half blind. Train arriving on a Friday. Berlin Hauptbahnhof.|
|Lazy Sunday Morning.|
|Retro-clinician. This fine gentleman caught my attention as he was leaving Campus.|
|The Fitzgeralds of the Third World. Visual testimony of our hedonistic weekends.|