A shadow of my former self.
The golden hour was kind to us.
Berliner Dom, springtime.
Changing film, Deanna style.
Someone lost thier photos on the train tracks...
I was hoping for some illicit imagery, but alas, twas only normal.
Hanging out in the Helmut Newton photography museum
. They are total dicks about taking photos in there, so I had to sneak a few.
Two whole rooms are framed pages from his big book SUMO, sorta weird that they are not real prints, but you get to see a lot of stuff, even if you can see it all in book form at your own house.