Schmier das Rot auf kalte Lippen.
Lass uns den Wahnsinn leben und auf die langsamsten Pferde tippen.
This was shot in Bruges in a single night, starting in our room with cold coffee, emptied soda cans, tacky bedsheets and used tooth brushes and going down to the Foyer with paintings of rabbits, swans and deer. And everything else a zoo has. Except this was a hotel. The painting still proved to be a nice decoration and counterweight to the tonality i went for with this series. Culminating in a cluster fest of citrus in empty glasses. Leftovers from a party we were exempt from. No matter. We never liked the cheer of the masses and prefer a calm breeze of polyester to the latter.