guy + nicolle

+ nicolle meyer - nowhere bei mir

+ i came across a wounded crow - flapping frantically amidst a tangle of thorny bushes. i captured it ... he became terribly upset. this was a bad omen! "ca va porter malheur!" ... my beautiful jet black crow was the ultimate bearer of bad luck ... it's cawing announced the arrival of death.

+ making us backtrack for miles to toss a broken mirror into the mississippi river to ward off the spell of bad luck that might had befallen us if we had not.

+ a cut out polaroid, a screeching crow, a glossy puddle of nail polish blood, his black cadillac ...

(their dizzying road trip through the south)