the chronicles of a low-life

issue #21

I went a little wild on eBay these days.. selling lenses, buying gear etc. Since I was in need of a small & good always-round-the-neck camera I got myself a cute lil' Leica CL (the CL actually stands for Cute & Little ) with the bundled Summicron-C 40mm f/2.0. When the package from Holland arrived I basically went mental and started to shoot some rolls of boring stuff to check how the lens & camera performs. Most of these shots taken wide open, still need to accommodate myself with the rangefinder-focussing.

All Images scanned from Supermini-prints. Shot Superia 400 & Portra 400NC.

hello world.

a door.

a drape.

erm.. well.. art?

bathroom.

lamp.

decided to take the cl out for the afternoon.

my beloved Sambas.

stump.

some street somewhere in the field behind the local IKEA.

evian.

more dull graphic frames.

I shall call this... "lonely straw".

Back home, watching House.

Strolling around the house again, looking for something to focus on.

"what are you doing in my room?!"

you better JUMP.

awww... sharp.

dramatic.

I really love her rather distracted moments.

chair, pooh, swing.

"here's looking at you, Kiddo..."

"take a look!"

Later, dinner. yummy beer.

Puzzling and no more beer.

Well well,
some pictures, hardly any words, better that way I guess.

take care,
f.

issue #20

Two rolls of Superia 400 shot at ISO800, nothing special, some boredom & some people. Right now my desk is piled up with draft papers for my portfolio... don't feel like i'm getting somewhere with it. At least the homework from Berlin arrived today, so I can hit it off with the topics given therein... Waiting for my friend Graf to show up, giving him some kind of photoshop help and hopefully we'll get just a tiny little bit wasted in the course of events. But in this very moment It's just me & le mac, sweet sweet music ( Smog, for those who care) & sparkling water. blahblablah.

kitchen star. Spent same quality time at my mum's house. She wasn't home.

get up, get coffee.

all shiny and clean.

My little take-away stereo system.

Now THAT'S breakfast. yummy #2.

Met up with Anna for some (more) coffee, we both agreed that we already had too much of it already but couldn't resist to go for one more.

Got back my CF card with a smile.

Moving on to christian who was quite busy watching porn.

"Scheisse is das geil..."

The DVD collection of somebody who seems to experience autism.

Later that day my sister and mum returned home and we deciced on going out for dinner.

Mum treating herself to some white wine.

*grin*

All stuffed with a good steak I went to Art's place. We desperately wanted to hit it off big time in Dürkheim that night which became quite a difficult task. So we started to drink alone while calling and instant-messaging everybody who'd be potentially with us.

Well, surprise. There was some kind of party going on so we made ourselves ready. Priska guarding the door and some Warhol print.

We carried on with the drinking on our way down to the city. Tonic, Gin, Glass. (from left to right)

Maddin was already there.

without words.

Art.

last frame of first roll... After another 30 minutes I decided that i should take my leave. Well, I left the place with the best intentions ( taking the 30min walk home like a MAN), took maybe 7 or 8 steps and then called myself a cab. *hicks*

The next day: Dr. Sasse and I agreed on having lunch together, So I raced to my old school, terribly late.

Had some great italian food which was followed up by the obligatory espresso.

Dr. Sasse while talking.

Dr. Sasse looking down.

Came across a house on which some idiot sprayed: "Arbeit macht frei" (work brings freedom), beeing a german phrase which was displayed at the entry-gates of german concentration camps.