Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / You know she make me feel like jumping, Lord, Lord, through the key hole in the door (Lightnin‘ Hopkins) Unmade Beds // Fotografien von Florian […]

A whisper to the morning light / Don’t take my night from me / Now or never is all I see / Time follows time / The rising does not have to rise / It’s already in Dana’s eyes / The rising does not have to rise / It’s all written in her eyes / […]

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.