We both love the name 'Pina', which we might name our future daughter (if any), my future photography website / page / project. She loves it because it starts with 'Pi', and it sounds becautfully. I love it because of Pina Bausch.
Soon the space of our already humble home will be no different from that of a fruit stall and we will still think it's worth our every dollar.
Soon we are too numb to feel the shit of the insanely distorted world which we proudly and bluffingly call 'home'. My very humble film camera highly underrated rolled ilford 3200 facing the fruit store keeper acting unintended and clicked the rawness many go after is to me nothing but a disgusting representation.
Still the very humble camera and perhaps the developed film roll lasts longer than any tangiible and intangible space and we wonder where the hell we head to.