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ANDREAS REUTZ.
This has nothing to do with falling. But more the forever feeling of never being grounded. I’m in a constant state of terrible choreographed eurythmics, with no music helping me with the interpreting. I accept that. Well at least some parts of it. Well actually none of it. But nonetheless, yeah.
Andreas Reutz 1986
Uneducated in a world where knowledge is at your fingertips for the ones who knows where to look.
With an ever growing fascination for the androgynous and the fluid boarders between the normative sexes the pictures reflects exactly that. Most of the inspiration is drawn from the various rabbit holes you find your self falling into late at night browsing the corners of the white web.
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