Kompani K: Onkel Osvalds Orkester, Spelar Til Dans

He Talked About Frank Sinatra, All The Time

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia by Knutsvik on March 12, 2012

the bar waiter looks like a thalidomide victim. his left arm ends just above the elbow and three disfigured finger stumps stick out from his cut off jacket sleeve. he’s not ashamed, and carries the serving tray in his crippled hand high above the shoulder.

a businessman chats up a black hooker with massive breasts. a businesswoman sips white wine at the bar. some old guy mistakes her for a prostitute. she asks for the bill and the bartender fills up her glass. she leaves, glass in her hand.

the bar waiter looks like he did knife tricks last night. three stumps.

march 2012. hilton copenhagen airport.

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  1. MT said, on March 13, 2012 at 6:03 PM

    Stilig stad.Flotte bilder.Fine refleksjoner.

    🙂
    Marieklem

    • Knutsvik said, on March 14, 2012 at 10:37 AM

      ayayay, Marie, Hilton er eit flott hotell, og praktisk når ein kjem seint på kvelden og skal vidare til Utkants-Danmark neste morgon *ler* og kjem ein to-tre mil utanfor hovedstaden så kaller dei det Utkants-Danmark 😀

      (dei skulle berre visst korleis det er her oppe i den gamle kolonien deira *ler*)

      Hepp!

      • MT said, on March 14, 2012 at 12:32 PM

        *ler*, ja eg bur i ein avkrok av Norge i så måte 🙂
        Men eigentleg midt i smørøyet !
        Alt etter kva auga ser,-og kven som ser 🙂

        God dag på deg !

        • Knutsvik said, on March 14, 2012 at 2:16 PM

          hehehe, ooooh, ja, det har alltid med auga som ser å gjera, Marie!

          avkroken kan vera midt i smørauget eller midt i ingenting, og ikkje nytter det vel om ein bur i New York eller LA om ein helst vil vera ein heilt annan stad ….

          god dag på deg og, forresten 😀

          Hepp!

  2. hobokollektiv said, on March 13, 2012 at 6:23 PM

    Sounds like my nights in some hotel room somewhere in the middle of nowhere. A life on the road. Looks like the places where I spend my nights while traveling from town to town. A head full of songs & your great images. And through your eyes life is beautiful & exciting, Kaptein! Thanks, buddy & cheers.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on March 14, 2012 at 10:43 AM

      ayayay, buddy, life on the road, travelling from place to place, sleeping in hotel beds, gun under the pillow, eggs and bacon and OJ and black coffee for breakfast, and then onwards again, moving from town to town thinking ’bout nothing but music and images – and black hookers with massive breasts 😀

      onwards, pal, always onwards!

      sound as ever!

      Hepp!

  3. B. said, on March 13, 2012 at 10:54 PM

    Ha ha! Love it! 😀

    Og kule linjer (i bildene)!

    • Knutsvik said, on March 14, 2012 at 10:46 AM

      hæhæ – oooh ja, Bubbles, det var mye geometri og stramme linjer denne gangen, mer enn hva jeg vanligvis holder på med 😀

      og jaaa – det var litt av et sted og litt av et klientell. typisk Køben *ler*

      Hepp, baby, Hepp Som Berre Det!


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