They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…
Only the essentials
London, my home. I’ll be back soon.
Father and Daughter Playing Guitars
A worker on the farm of Afrikaner Johan Richter plays the guitar with his daughter on a Sunday morning before he goes to work as a field hand. The father works 60 hours a week for a salary of $30 a month.
© David Turnley/CORBIS
‘Untitled’ 2011
New York City
Rolleiflex, Medium Format
Spring Chrysler style. Look up NY!
Canada, British Columbia, Victoria
Vietnamese housing.
Night buses in Asia are a little cramped
Cannes Film Festival 2013
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