I’m putting this button right at the beginning, so if you’re feeling generous and want to reserve one of my photographs without reading any of the explanation, you don’t have to waste any time:
Chapter 2_ In a Random Frame
When I am walking down a random street, visiting a new city for the first time, seeing that same city for the fifth time, or simply feeling tired of people, I look around. I look, and look, and look, until I find something worth capturing through my camera lens. Then I take out my camera and show it what I have found.
I really love the photographs I take, and now I have decided to sell some of them. You may be wondering why I would want to sell them. Have I not just said how much I love them? Yes, I do love them. But I have two reasons for selling them:
The first is my fear of death! A genuine fear of death. I hope animal-rights campaigners will forgive the expression: but I'm absolutely scared of death like a dog! That is why I like the idea of leaving small pieces of myself, and of the things I love, scattered across different parts of the world—rather like the ashes of someone who has been cremated. Perhaps that is also why I sign them. After all, what possible use is the signature of an unknown person like me at the bottom of a photograph or a piece of writing?
So please do not throw them away. Throwing them away would mean my real death, after my first death.
The second reason is more practical and entirely financial: I need the money! It is as simple as that. Still, because I would like parts of me to end up somewhere beyond Switzerland and Monaco after I die, I have kept the prices fairly low, just enough to tempt as many people as possible into buying one.
What You’ll Receive?
Or Why I Call Them Random?
You will not know which framed photograph you are going to receive from me, because I will not know either. That is exactly why I call them Random Frames.
All I know is that it will be one of those small, unexpected details that catches my eye—or, (to put it more philosophically) one of those subjects that decides to reveal itself to me! It will pass through my camera lens, be printed on photographic paper, and have any parts I decide are unnecessary trimmed away. It will then be placed in a simple black frame and sent to you.
That way, you can join me in falling a few minutes behind in this marathon we call life, the one I mentioned at the introduction of my website.
Photo note: I didn’t take this photograph! it was in the website template. Don’t worry, I don’t take this kind of meaningless photo pretending to be meaningful!
What Do I Mean by “Exclusive”?
Let me put it more simply: only one copy of each photograph will ever be printed.
No one but you will be able to hang that photograph on their wall, leave it gathering dust in a cardboard box in the shed, or even throw it into the bin outside their house. No one but you.
So please be kind to what remains of me. Although, if you are not, that is fine too. After all, I will already have been paid for handing over this small piece of myself!
Let’s be honest with each other. If you’ve made it this far down the page and still haven’t been convinced to reserve the next frame, you probably never will be. So let’s not waste each other’s time, and simply wish one another the best: Good luck, buddy. See you in hell!!!!