all about music

"...stay young and invincible..."

Mittwoch, 28. September 2011

...dancing in the street

... is a little trashy song by David Bowie and Mick Jagger.
The kind of trashiness invented by David Bowie and he is probably the only human being in this universe, that looks good while holding and keeping it.

It's a weird and strange late summer. Still inhabiting some magic and august sunshine.
 I blew the last dandelion lately, wishing something almost impossible and I catch myself whispering a farewell to every butterfly that crosses my way while wondering where this year has been and why time is always passing way too quick, when you don't want it to pass at all.
Just to stand still in other moments.

All we can do is play music and dance in the streets of Paris or wherever in the world as long as this late summer-early autumn season lasts


photography by isabelle küster and jason nocito and me
related bands mad noise and not even maybe

Montag, 26. September 2011

we are always in stories

Stories in stories in other stories and you never know where one ends and a new one starts.
Everything is a frictionless flow.
Just in books stories are seperated proper.
Sometimes I start to miss a passed plot line and the people that belonged to it,
but you never know, if a story is already over,
maybe it just hasn't found the right time yet. 

photography manuela domantis and many others

Dienstag, 20. September 2011

...if your light dies...

...we have to draw the colours to the skies...
forgot my key, was trapped in the attic,
fell in love with 

Her piano garnished voice is the perfect soundtrack while being lost. May it be on the subway, in the woods, somewhere else in this universe or in the attic.

photography by aaron feaver and me

Sonntag, 18. September 2011

the opposite of reality

I get lost a lot, but find my way back everytime somehow.
Invented a new "game" to explore this city. 
I pick random people on the street, that look interesting and then I follow them for a good while. You find really sweet and unexpected corners all the time doing this.
Maybe it's because of the people I pick or maybe because there are so many amazing things to discover in Paris.

Still I'm affraid that homesickness will hit me one moment unexpected.
But that's the thing about all kind of feelings, isn't it?
They hit you unexpected.

Donnerstag, 15. September 2011


It's a weird state I seem to be in at the moment.
Homeless a little, already in Paris, but my mind haven't arrived yet. It's like waking up every five minutes thinking:
Right. Paris!

Music squires me everywhere.
 Old sweet music with sizzling niose in the background, that makes you feel like wandering through vintage postcards.
Expecting Dandies with mustaches and glamourus couture waiting round the next corner, offering you a cigarette or asking for a dance.
But I haven't met Truffaut, Picasso or Simone de Beauvoir yet or even found the stairs from
"Midnight in Paris"
and so all I have is
Cole Porter or Joséphine Baker singing for me from time to time to beautify my daydreams.

photography by me (thanks to sonja alefs and birte becher)