Erinnerung / Memory Fiel ein / Remembered Fotografien / Photographs Kaum / Barely Original / Genuine Überlebt / Survived Vater / Father Verwirrt / Confused Wenige / Few Zwischen / Between
War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.
My father realised that for me to become a publisher in his firm would have been the end of the firm!
My conscious life has all been in Kenya, and it's my point of reference. But going back to Mexico was very formative.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
I will say that the food in both Japan and Italy was immaculate. I don't remember having bad food in either country.
I can't remember, I wish I could remember the first time I bet on baseball.
I remember there being a period of time when I had a baby, and I was so sleep-deprived that I'd get into having no filter, and that was not good.
I've always been so surprised by how people interpret my photos in context.
The music speaks for itself. You either like it or you don't, or you're somewhere in between. That doesn't change whether I'm in the band or not.
