Power, Money, And Immortality

Most recently, I was shocked and outraged to learn that there is a lot of shameless self-promotion all over the web. Apart from shameless self-promotion, for me the last few days have been all about dentistry, the eternal war against my various phone providers, dealing with relatives of all age groups, and waiting at rainy airports. Since, for better or worse, the photo of the bad tooth has been done before, I’ve picked the airport thing for the latest self-promotional piece. There are even traffic cones in it!

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

Oh, and why do I *really* do a website of my own? As C. B. said after he quit the job at the post office and wrote his first novel: “There may be vomit on the keys, but at least it’s my vomit…”

Since 5:45 A.M. We Have Been Returning The Fire…

The biggest difference between Germany and Manhattan? People in Manhattan are so much nicer! Although this may sound like a sweeping generalization (which of course it is), I think it is true. Every time I get to Manhattan, having spent time in Germany, I have to adjust. I have to try real hard to become some sort of a nice person again.

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

While shooting my Manhattan Project, I have never been approached in a nasty way. Not even once. Sometimes, of course, people are a little confused (why is he staring at the ground so intensely, taking shot after shot of a piece of asphalt?). Understandably, security personnel sometimes approached me after 9/11. However, when I show them what I am doing on the camera screen, they are usually awfully nice. Yes, they might scratch their heads. But they wish me a nice day, and walk away. One police officer even asked in which gallery I show the stuff, and wanted to see it there.

Yesterday, I took the above image, in a German suburb, on a sidewalk with a bicycle path. Admittedly, I stood on the path (!). So I hear someone approaching on his bike, yelling I should step out of his way. Of course I ignore that: The sidewalk was pretty wide with plenty of room. But the guy apparently wants to make a point and runs his bicycle straight into me.

It’s quite telling that I wasn’t even surprised, even though, from the perspective of Manhattan niceness, this seems pretty unbelievable. But, sadly, my German instincts are ready to resurface at the tip of a hat. I can be grumpy too! When the guy saw my stare, I think he sensed that he had made his point to the wrong person. However, I’m left with finding the whole story rather depressing. I would like to get to a point where I don’t even recognize this kind of behavior as what I’ve grown up with. Apparently, I’m not yet there…

Times Must Be Truly Hard

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas

This is from a rare species project that I am considering. When have you last seen a Manhattanite in a strawberry field, humming “Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes…”?