Thursday, 2nd October 2014. Cafe Cuba. Amsterdam.
I turned the llight on, now he don’t come around no more.
he never knew it was all going to be like this. he was born somewhere else, and never knew he was going to be a king.
Saturday, 18th February 2012,
and we ride the D-train up to Harlem.
– well, he said, we cannot expect anything less from a film major.
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,