ll these days I was waiting for that special lomo view. And that day, I found it. It was on the sidewalk. left behind. remnants of pleasure. an empty carrier. an object that became useless, because it was empty, yes, it was devoid any function, now. it looked withered, old, rainmudded and stormshaken. it looked like it lay there for a hundred years already. what stories could it probably tell? where have all the cigarettes gone? what happened to them? and why for heaven's sake is there no refil station, or an old age pension for our kinds?

title_chesterfield one
shot location_st.gallen
date_28february2000