a taste of a memory

There was a time when films could destroy a bunch of mem­o­ries or .….… made them more magic.

It is about 15 years ago when I vis­it­ed Cal­i­for­nia. In Los Ange­les the film of my cam­era cov­ered every­thing in blue and gave all pic­tures a mys­tic atmos­phere. It was a morn­ing at venice beach and I did­n’t see any of these blonds with the red bathing cos­tumes. There was just this man med­i­tat­ing in the mid­dle of the fresh­ly plain beach. In the back you can see the cab­in of the life-guards but also the smog of the city. Some of the expe­ri­ences at that time set the seeds to come again. The Pacif­ic was one of them.

Final­ly I have a room in LA. That’s a per­fect start, isn’t it?

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