A collection of photographs taken on a wednesday night/thursday morning, and maybe there after. Pharoahe Monch was blasting. Time was ever-lasting. I love the look of mess, especially other people's. And other people's rooms/studio's. It's their inner-most sanctuary, and more times than not, their most favourite place. Things on display, things hidden away. The mess, the belongings— it's there to be shown, to be captured, to be admired. I'm an extreme hoarder. Obsessive compulsive. I love to collect things. Everything. Mostly print, and little bits and pieces. Touchy things. Old things. Something you can feel. Something you can smell.
For Your Courtesy™
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