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I am a very open person. I have nothing to hide and if I would try it wouldn't work. That's one of the reasons why I never became a magician

I explore the realms of the imagination. That's the easy part. The hard part is to come back again and trying to translate what you have seen.

Don't drink and drive. Make sure you finish your beer before you drive otherwise you can't hold your phone.

I am not experimenting I just can't remember how I did it before.

Party people are the best to shoot because they are totally relaxed.

With a little luck you get some great colors and shapes and as it so happens you get a person with an emotion stealing the spotlight.

The accumulation of luck is talent.

When you ear is very itchy you can get quick relieve by wiggling your pinky really fast inside your ear. You might notice that occasionally your pinky might smell a little funny afterwards. I found out that if you dip it into yellow mustard first, it will mask the unpleasant odor quite effectively and as a bonus it helps to soothe the itching too. It is important that you dont use too much mustard otherwise people might think that you are weird or something. And also don't use French mustard, I hate French mustard.

I have a photographic memory. Unfortunately I keep on forgetting to buy film.

Now that I got myself established as the party photographer... Well, not really established but I do have a few columns in different magazines and the occasional job is coming in as well. ...since about one months it has become almost physical pain for me to attend any party. What do I do now? I became as disillusioned as a white guy living in Bangkok who is allergic to spicy food.

Partially I became an artist because I don't enjoy to do things where I have to compromise. Off course it could also be regarded as some kind of Diva ambition. I like to think it's more about fighting for your thing. But I am not fighting for my thing (whatever that is) I am just evading those "not my things".

If it is true that the Big Bang was just one giant orgasm Then I hate to think that we are just sperm.

I always wondered if I am so insecure that I constantly need to reassure myself by putting myself as an artist in the center of attention.

But then I realized it is something else.
I do it because of the thrill. I am addicted to fun and excitement and being the target of adulation is a thrill.

If you have been doing something continously for more than half a year, do something else for a while. It might turn out that the thing you have been doing isn't very smart.

I have a photographic memory.
I only remember what I did the night before once I see my photographs.

I had a dream for a good story about a super hereo.
There was Chocolate Boy.
He always had to hide from his friends because they wanted to eat him.
His big dream was that one day he would be come Chocolate Man and kick everybody's ass with mutant chocolate power.
Unfortunately he melted before that, on one particularly hot afternoon in Gotham park.

I like humor. Particularily "tongue in cheek". And especially the tongue of a pretty girl in my cheek.

I know a guy who persistently so incompetend that he single handedly put the word competence in incompetence