i am back from berlin where i saw so many elevators that i started thinking about photos i’ve made inside elevators. there are a lot of them. why? i don’t know why… maybe because of the light, the metal, the mirrors and the sterility in most of them. to me an elevator is something like the minimum unit of design and space inside a building (next to the toilets).
but ok. to stop writing such sentimental stories about every pic, or just because i don’t remember where this was shot (which means if i could i still would write my story) here you get something without permanently praising the past. so what you can read now is not the story about this photo, it is just the occasion for posting it. does this make a difference to you? more than likely not.
you see my very good and also photography loving friend flo in a super futuresque high end design elevator, whose roof is supposed to imitate london by night. next to him is me holding my camera softly like the third gin tonic at 3 o’clock on monthly space disco.
an awsome idea: who’s able to say me where this elevator is, gets a limited aortalovesyou button from me. sounds like a crazy competition, doesn’t it?