stranger 22 & stranger 23; Düsseldorf (Germany), 2nd of February
it's all those details perpetually swirling in our head - we never think of things as a whole. of summer, golden sunlight and lemonade. of the woods, leaves rustling with every step. and of them; I wandered through the city all alone by myself today, once again, and things seemed fine as they were. they were fine as they were. life in the streets seemed so exciting, as though everyone held some kind of story, yet I was alone still, but not lonely. I hopped on a tram and saw them standing right next to me, engaged in some conversation that was none of my business, but the details were. her laughter, his gaze out the window, her shoes and the black clothes of both of them. if I try to think of them as a whole now, it does not work. I stuck onto details way too much. sometimes I wonder if it is wrong to observe people like that ... to capture a little something about their being and turn it around over and over in my head. is that destroying their privacy? would it bother me? it probably wouldn't, no. I often end up doing things to people that I wouldn't mind them doing to me. something about their attitude has stuck to me ever since. I cannot form it into words. maybe some time soon. hopefully.
he was carrying a guitar bag and she some other black one, and I was eager to ask them what they were for, but I forgot. why do I always forget things? I wonder. probably my head is filled up with way too many other things at too many times. maybe I should feel fine about that.
I've probably said this a million and one times, but I LOVE the stranger project, always have. More than the concept or the actual people you photograph, I'm in love with the descriptions you put on each one. It's like each person exists inside your mind just as they do on the streets of the world. Thank you