songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
danced with hoboes while the thunder swirled
© ZustandsZone, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And then I saw the dream’s dark spring / Hurricanes of jazz born from the underworld / “Saint Louis Gal with a diamond ring” / Danced with hoboes while the thunder swirled! (e.s.t., poem by Maxwell Bodenheim) Unmade Beds // Fotografien von Florian Fritsch vom 03.04. bis 02.05.2015 in der ZustandsZone, Königstr. 16, 22767 Hamburg.

no other language I know how to speak
© Willy-Brandt-Haus, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

I’m no builder, I’m no gardener / I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer / There ain’t no other language I know how to speak / Some like their water shallow and I like mine deep (Black Crowes)

wouldn’t even care if she didn’t wear nylon hose
© Willy-Brandt-Haus, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And she don’t have to wave her hair / Or dress in fancy clothes / I wouldn’t even care if she didn’t wear nylon hose, oh no / I want a little girl, call my own / She must be someone who’s all alone / Just a little girl to fall in love with me [...]