Don’t Worry ‘Bout The Distance, Boy, You’ll Never Arrive
Tuesday, 5th June 2012.
but luckily for them, assholes like that never pay attention
Thursday, 4th November 2010.
I left early today, and as I walked by Skipperstuen on my way home I saw an old man sitting there smoking with a beat up Leica over his left shoulder. he was drinking and looked as rugged as his camera,
Thrill Is Gone, Baby
Friday, 23rd July 2010. Odessa.
she goes to buy some more shoes or something, and I stay behind at the Frapoli for mojitos and a cigar.
Kreschatik. Kiev.
Saturday, 17th July 2010. Kiev.
the Ukrainian capital is strangely beautiful, and I cannot help but love its cinematic feeling.
Hong Kong Day 7: Club Paris. Torn.
Friday, 2nd July 2010.
the service staff are busy clearing tables after the big match. a couple of locals in green and yellow jerseys look sad. – busy today, I ask the waitress. – very busy, swe answers. she is sweating.
Hong Kong Day 1: Saturday Night
Saturday, 26th June 2010.
the monsoon rain is heavy over Hong Kong tonight. a prostitute under an umbrella turns the corner to Mody Road.
Imperial Bedrooms: Rain. Forest.
Thursday, 17th June 2010.
repeatedly, national television shows Mette Marit coming out of the main cabin of the Norwegian royal yacht in a grey dress. her thighs are long and slim and she looks great as she bends down. I turn the TV off and listen to Dengue Fever. it rains outside, and I wonder if I should read the new Bret Easton Ellis novel or not.
don’t threaten me with love, baby,
Friday, 11th June 2010.
let’s just go walkin’ in the rain.
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