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On our way from one end of the city to the other to pick up enchanting David vulgo (read aka) Sir Tralala and his guitar, my phone rings „Should we do this today?“ Good question. The sky turns a bright summer afternoon dark and darker, the wind gets itself some storm quality and the hot and humid air turns cool. We meet, make a date for another shoot and go for a coffee around the corner. An hour and some Melange later, we had laughed, watched some reality tv and did not try the cevapcici. The sky opened up again - at least for a while - and we decide to make our way southwards along the Danube to one of the biggest harbours of Vienna. |
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SIR TRALALA
SHOT 07/09 ALBERNER HAFEN |
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The only guest to Davids imperturbable engagement was a duck that made its way all through the harbour’s dock while he was singing about that quiet of death and the black freighter disappearing out to sea.
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