Madame De Papillon | Without Heart Photographs Would Be Mere Images ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 5.000.-
Is a picture really worth a thousand words? What thousand words? A thousand words from a lunatic, or a thousand words from Nietzsche? Actually, Nietzsche was a lunatic. And what about a thousand words from a rambler vs. 500 words from Mark Twain? Photographs, which cannot themselves explain anything, are inexhaustible invitations to deduction, speculation, and fantasy. Standing alone, photographs promise an understanding they cannot deliver. In the company of words, they take on meaning, but they slough off one meaning and take on another with alarming ease. In contrast to the written account – which, depending on its complexity of thought, reference, and vocabulary, is pitched at a larger or smaller readership – a photograph has only one language and is destined potentially for all visual readers. Many photos may speak a thousand words, but only a few may contain a whole, comprehensive library.
Miss Nice Saxing America | Out On That Open Road Swinging With The Old Cars ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 9.000.-
I’ve been out on that open road, singing in the old bars, swinging with the old cars. That’s the way the road dogs do it. That’s the way I make my life an art. This is my idea of fun. Don’t break me down, I’ve been traveling too long. I’ve been trying too hard, with one pretty song. I wear my red lipstick, I grab my coat, I grab my sax. Winter of my life, let’s ride. Don’t take me home again, take me to a new land. I can escape to the great sunshine, make it out to the other side. Drugs, suck it up like Vanilla Ice-ys, treat me really nice-ys. My eyes are wide like cherry pies. I was born to live fast, die young, live my life on the run. Oh, my God, I feel it in the air. I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere, wonder if this is it, it’s darkest before dawn. I fall asleep in an American flag. I’m Miss America, now I’m gone. I’m Miss America, now I’m free.
Silk Scarf Coming | No Telegram Today, Only More Leaves Fell ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 7.000.-
Très chic. I am planning on buying 20 Porsche and crashing them all just for the extravagance! Ohhh, je suis très désolé! Independence has always been my attitude. And because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. To do, not what is expected, but what I feel is right. You don’t need a perfect body or designer clothes to score a date. All you need is a smile and an actual life of your own. I am a modern lady, but not a trendy one. I remain eternally young simply because of my characteristic style. Other women get old, I get vintage. The roads are waiting and so is me. Hit me on the road and push me to my limits and you seriously can burn some rubber with me.
The Kid | For Whom The Hammer Tolls ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 15.000.-
It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men. It is only terrible to have nothing to wait for. But why does a man live? In order to think about it? I want to think and at the same time that is the last thing in the world I want to do. We were young, and we had just begun to love the world and to love being in it; but we have been cut off from real action, from getting on, from progress – we do not believe in those things any more. Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying; a little shove toward the end. Our knowledge of life is limited to death. Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it. To forget is the secret of eternal youth, thus one grows old only through memory.
Inno Saint | I Used To Think A Bird Couldn’t Fly If Its Wings Got Wet ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 12.000.-
The land and the water make numbers joined, through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown – a poem written in flesh and stronger than steel or granite. For years I went about, day and night, with only one thing on my mind – her. She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately – a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs. I could see only the eyes shining through; eyes so big and bright, as if they saw more than they could comprehend. That’s what made them so beautifully bright. One can wait a whole lifetime for a moment like this. The woman whom you never hoped to meet now stands before you and she looks exactly like the person you dreamed about. But the strangest of all is that you never realized before that you had dreamed about her. Your whole past is like a long sleep, which would have been forgotten had there been no dream to become reality. I sit down beside her and she talks. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die. But she even wouldn’t remember that at a certain corner I had stopped to pick up her hairpin, or that, when I bent down to tie her laces, I remarked the spot on which her foot had rested and that it would remain there in perpetuum, even after the cathedrals had been demolished and the whole Latin civilization wiped out forever and ever. I loved – and I lost.
4 Children For Sale ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 12.000.-
Through photographs, each family constructs a portrait-chronicle of itself; a portable kit of images that bears witness to its connectedness. They are on the auction block; a big ’4 Children For Sale – Inquire Within’ sign in a Chicago / Illinois yard mutely tells a family’s tragic story. For long months the family waged a desperate but losing battle to keep food in the mouth and a roof over their heads. With no place to turn, they decide to sell their four children. The mother was shielding her eyes from the camera while her four small children stare wonderingly sitting huddled on steps outside. This photograph is the remake of an infamous historical photo originally taken in 1948, that made its way into many U.S. newspapers. Redone to put focus on the tragic case again because things haven’t changed very much. Human trafficking is still around in many countries and still numerous children are sold throughout the world. Many of them abused by child labor and kept in child slavery; not to mention sexual abuse and child prostitution.
Road’s End | To Photograph Is To Frame And To Frame Is To Exclude ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ Sold Out
Because the automobile has become our national sex symbol we cannot really enjoy anything unless we can go up an alley for it. So we have to divorce our wife today in order to remove from our mistress the odium of mistress in order to divorce our wife tomorrow in order to remove from our mistress and so on. As a result of which the woman has become cold and and undersexed; she has projected her libido on to the automobile. So in order to capture and master anything at all of her anymore the man has got to make that car his own. So he must not only own one but renew it each year in pristine virginity, lending it to no one, letting no other hand ever know the last secret forever chaste forever wanton intimacy of its pedals and levers, having nowhere to go in it himself and even if he did he would not go where scratch or blemish might deface it, spending all Sunday morning washing and polishing and waxing it because in doing that he is caressing the body of the woman who has long since now denied him her bed.
Sea Of Life | The Biggest Truths Are Few Indeed ▪ Limited Edition 1/1 ▪ Sold Out
Fishing provides time to think, and reason not to. If you have the virtue of patience, an hour or two of casting alone is plenty of time to review all you’ve learned about the grand themes of life. It’s time enough to realize that every generalization stands opposed by a mosaic of exceptions, and that the biggest truths are few indeed. Fishing in a place is a meditation on the rhythm of a tide, the arc of a year, and the seasons of life. To scratch the surface of those mysteries, for nearness to the beautiful, to reassure the world remains, to wash off some of the grief for the peace we so squander, to dip into that great and awesome pool of power that propels these epic migrations and to feel, and steal, a little of that energy. If you went through life refusing all the bait dangled in front of you, that would be no life at all. No changes would be made and you would have nothing to fight against; life would be dull as ditchwater.
Film Noir | The World Is The Mirror Of Myself Dying ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 7.000.- ▪ 1 Left
There is something unbearably sexy about cars at night. The way the fenders twist the light and reflect the road, the way every driver becomes anonymous. Three o’clock in the morning. The highway is empty, under a malignant moon. The oil drippings make the roadway gleam like a blue-satin ribbon. The night is still but for a humming noise coming up somewhere behind a rise of ground. Two other, fiercer, whiter moons, set close together, suddenly top the rise, shoot a fan of blinding platinum far down ahead of them. Headlights. The humming burgeons into a roar. The touring car is going so fast it sways from side to side. The road is straight. The way is long. The night is short. Film Noir.
Steam and Steel | If You Miss The Train I’m On You Will Know That I’m Gone ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 5.000.-
Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past. I have entire rooms full of photos. I have boxes of film, I have a few projectors, I have piles of Kodachrome slides. The world is always running away from society and the only way to keep the stuff that has happened in the past is by taking photographs, I can keep memories of things alive with photographs. People say that a time machine can not be invented, but they have already invented a device that can stop time – cameras are the world’s first time machines. The steam train, the railroad tracks, the steel bridges, the coal mines, the smog in the sky, I have been able to rescue it on film, and no one can remediate those photographs, I can keep them as long as I want to.
No Woman No Drive | It’s More Fun To Drive A Slow Car Fast Than To Drive A Fast Car Slow ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 5.000.-
The third day on dusty roads. Tough hard core racing. Tired eyes, but still wild at heart. Dirty, hungry, unwashed, worn out. But never without a lipstick and always with a little smile for the photographers. Driving a hot car is a lot like hot sex to me, or a lot like I keep thinking hot sex should be: a total body experience, overwhelming, to all the senses, taking you to places you’ve never been, packing a punch that leaves you breathless and touches your soul. But two-hundred forty horsepower isn’t enough to move me anymore. Enough to move my body, yes, but not my soul.
Shy | The Camera Obscura & The Girl Without A Pearl Earring ▪ Limited Edition of 3 ▪ € 5.000.- ▪ 2 Left
Without the sincerity of your heart you would not be able to capture this moment of my being. What you were looking for, and what you found in me, and what you see, is just the sun at dawn. Shy, I get up with the morning light, innocent and natural. At this moment there is no color to distract us, black and white, so are our souls, motionless. I’m afraid of you; afraid of waking up in a world where man desires with violence. I stay away from your desires. Shy, wild, even rebellious, do not fool yourself – my youth doesn’t lack of maturity. My hair covers my face as ivy covers the ruins of our ancestral ties. I am a woman. When you photograph me you immortalize our meeting, my eyes take you away to my mouth, I’d like to whisper ‘I love you’, for I perceive the truth in your heart. I would give everything, give my life, give up any vigilance towards you; but you still make me afraid – I do not understand your world. And I raise my shoulder to hide what I would tell you, yet I know I love you, like water flowing, like the wind that blows. But you cannot realize it; it’s because of this distance that I have to put between you and me. That’s why you see me shy at first – but I really am!