"I beg you, friend, be happy. I have the vague sense that on your capacity to be happy hangs our only hope."
"Why write this book? No one has asked me for it. Especially those to whom it is directed. Well? Well, I reply quite calmly that there are too many idiots in this world. And having said it, I have the burden of proving it."
Tag Archives: Plattenbau
In light of all the havoc let loose by the so-called Super Moon, I figured it best if I spend today taking pictures. Libya. Fukushima. Bahrain. Morocco. Syria. Owsley. Knut. Even news junkies can get sick from too much bad news jammed in the … Continue reading
First of all, People of Detroit, take a pill and calm down. You seem upset. We Ok? Ok. While I have never visited you specifically, Dear Detroit, I feel accused for what I do in Berlin: take pictures of the city’s … Continue reading
Maybe I watch too many horror movies. Tip-toeing over the broken glass on the overgrown street, alone and surrounded by the ghostly abandoned buildings I could have sworn I felt eyes watching me from the dark empty windows above. Birds rummaged in the … Continue reading
What happens when a million and a half people leave a city? Detroit is learning this, New Orleans learned some about this a few years back, and twenty years ago Berlin wrote the book. Actually, twenty years ago, when the wall … Continue reading
Give an Ossi paint….and watch out, boy. Geez. I have a theory…and let me say first, the theory is pretty offensive, really–it belittles the struggle of hundreds of thousands oppressed by secret police and living behind a barbed-wire and machinegun-rife wall finally saying, enough … Continue reading