The city is an addictive machine from which there is no escape.

Countless trips to enlightend spaces, to the realm of the beautyful and the artificial. Inspired by Rem Kohlhaas I am the visual kleptomaniac, within self contained scapes of beauty in transition. Trips to nonplaces in Berlin and London, urban landscapes. Public spaces, full of speed yet static, morbid layers of the void, of patterns and destructions, of ornaments, anonymous.