that man that she was looking for was only twenty streets away
There was a lonely girl from nowhere / With a smile all sweet with pain / And she never stopped to wonder / If she’d see him again / It was a private conversation / No one heard her say / That man that she was looking for / Was only twenty streets away (Lyle Lovett)
posted: Oktober 12, 2014
under: black & white, pictures
tags: 35mm, b & w, Berlin, city, folks, hiatus, img, Lyle Lovett, M9, street
i love this, baby, the lyrics go perfectly with the picture… it kind of makes my heart break a little…. you’re only 20 countries away, but our photos are so close
Baby, if it’s only twenty countries we’ll make it someday because it’s less countries between the both of us & all others we’ve already crossed. And you know that you’re not alone.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Grossartig, lieber Florian, zu welcher Intensität ein einziger Augenblick fähig ist, wenn er in einem Deiner Bilder festgehalten wird. Toll!
Viele Grüße von uns,
dm und mb
Vielen Dank Ihr Beiden. Es war das Schild „Too Slow to Disco“ das mich aufmerksam werden lies. Alles andere ergab sich dann von selbst.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
ich sag es selten, aber dieses Mal ist es einfach so: das hier, lieber Florian, ist ganz großes Kino …
good days and ways for <ou
herzlichst Ulli
Schön, oder? Die Großstadt & ihre Geschichten. Ein traumhafter Film. Vielen Dank, Ulli!
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
It’s a great picture! I don’t want to try to interpret it, but like Ulli i feel as if i was watching a movie, a good movie.
Thanks, Michèle. Me myself felt watching a movie. That’s the magic of the blue hour, this moment before everything sinking in darkness & there’s just enough light left to see what people are doing & waitig for.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
This photo and song are a perfect match. That seriousness, the possible searching, the undefinable reach of emotion–it’s all there.
This shot would stand on it’s own in the street genre; the added push of the lyrics make it come to life.
I was first drawn in by the sticker saying „Too Slow to Disco“. That woman was busy with the mobile & I immediately felt the urge to grab the camera. The light was just right & the seeting seemed perfect. And suddenly it was all there: The city. The street. The stories. Thanks, Phil!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, buddy, great work – a beautiful picture which truly captures the tragic beauty of (some) modern lives. it could easily be screenshot from an early Jum Jarmusch or Aki Kaurismäki-movie!
keep ‚em coming, pal!
Hepp!
Captain, my captain … as long as life gives us those Jarmusch/Kaurismäki moments the nights are worth every rambling, every tragic & all the songs. Thanks, buddy.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
A kind of an echo to my last post, this girl looking for a man and waiting for him too long… That’s life, some may think. But let’s never accept these little disagreements!
And I totally agree with Captain Calypso.
Ans it was meant as an echo, my friend. It was meant to be just that. And we praise those Jarmusch/Kaurismäki moments because ohtherwise life would be all boring. Thanks, Francis!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Wo Du nur all die vielen Textzeilen hernimmst! Hier passen sie perfekt zum Bild und seinem eingefrorenen Moment: die Schwellenzeit der Dämmerung, Filmkunsttheaterplakate, Fensterwelten und wartende, junge Frauen, die einsehen, dass ihr Handy doch noch Wünsche offen lässt – zum Glück. Was für ein Blick zwischen Bangigkeit und Hoffnung. Großartig.
Gruß, Uwe
Eine große Sammlung an Vinyl, denn alle digitalen Ersatzstücke lassen immer Wünsche offen. Ein Moment, als ich mit soso & irgendlink durch die Straßen wanderte. Und es war der Spruch too slow to disco, der mich aufmerksam werden lies. Der Rest ergab sich glücklicherweise.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
Who knows what’s in that look, and what’s beyond the frame. What dream or sight hidden from us, but like that window above her head, floats like a dream