(Poster People) Book_02

When prowling an old city core, I never look into facades, things, streets; I simply follow the scents from people; not one in particular, but the fragrance of the mixes carried upon subtle eddies of winds civilized for a moment.

Only when surrounded by my computers/screens, do I begin to look into the city of the day; it's cooking time and I dish out different images, mixes with as many colours, textures, spaces as I can feel into each item which comes into the cooking of the now.