Red Church Bar, London.
“The need to photograph – I keep expecting it to come to an end, but it doesn’t. There’s always the feeling that you’re just starting, like there’s much further to go. The need just intensifies (…) I think that if I got what I wanted from it I would stop. But it [...]
Is it still possible to photograph a red wall without thinking in W. Eggleston?
Sometimes I think I only see the world through my references, and not through with my own eyes.
Berlin – 20 September, 2008.
Back to London. It’s time to edit 50 GB of images. Drowned in numbers, trying to find the facts between the questions. Fist of all: why did I photograph so much?
Green drops. London, 1:29am.
