pasta al tonno (finally)
if you ever asked yourself why all that words beyond the photos, beyond those teeth, keep asking, someday i will answer.
message from that guy
last nite. finally out for a fest in the west.
i should think about making money in vodka advertisement
for tonight i start with some product testing
for the moment we are back with burning sunsets between home and danger avenue
so this is one more seldom selfie and an illustration of an intermediate state or something. that room is still there, that tons of stuff as well. but happily most of the work is done. so if u still like follow this little, sometimes inactive, but always self displaying image cultivation called aorta loves you, then feel loved and stay tuned, more to watch and more to read is coming soon.
TONITE: hangin’ around with the boys and FENSTER
sitting around was tough enough. now vodka.
last night surprisingly
- shared another (completely unfamiliar) bathroom
- less glamour, more acid (spot supply by mixmaster heinrich)
- met the drunk mayor (but didn’t talk about politics)
- mentioned miscellaneous moves
- felt great
nightly business talks at its best. (so serious, somebody should write a memo.)
what kind of fancy camera thing do you use?
Mostly an old Nikon FTn, but some other fancy things as well.
man man at past kitchen conversations
(quickly scanned from negative)