Staubfilm (Dust film)
Walking down the street, realizing that clean and well-lit shop-windows slowly thin out, replaced by dusty windows and rooms with faltering lighting. Drawing my hands to my face in order to get rid of the reflection from the glass and looking beyond the dust. Trying to imagine what kind of shop it once was, looking for traces left by the owner, or pieces of evidence - a ladder, varnish tins - proving that somebody wants to start a new business. Fancying a story, sometimes grimy and out of focus, beyond the dust film.
Walking down the street, realizing that clean and well-lit shop-windows slowly thin out, replaced by dusty windows and rooms with faltering lighting. Drawing my hands to my face in order to get rid of the reflection from the glass and looking beyond the dust. Trying to imagine what kind of shop it once was, looking for traces left by the owner, or pieces of evidence - a ladder, varnish tins - proving that somebody wants to start a new business. Fancying a story, sometimes grimy and out of focus, beyond the dust film.
