My homage to Nina Hagen.

When I was 24 years old I lived in a shity town named Lynchburg in Va. During that time two of the most special, influential and amazing people I have ever met passed away. I was living in an apt close by to some people UN worthy mentioning.

I took refuge in my apt and created a great deal of art but it was later thrown in the garbage along with some of my other sentimental possessions.

At the time I was listening to the slits , Nina Hagen and Marianne faithful all while dressing up in costume trying to evade my grief.Anyway these pictures are among the few things left from that time ( exceptfor my coveted copy of Edith Piaf's biography)