a glance / an encounter / a feeling

kalooga is a daydreamer, family album, vinyl collector, nightswimmer, helpless lover and dancing shoe. edited by eugen braeunig.

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the limelight (at Regancy Village Theatre) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8y-JirHTCR/?igshid=1j4qnru9n1184

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That’s me in Venice with Dennis. From here we took a walk over to the #frankgehry house on Indiana Ave that #dennishopper used to live in. Wish I could have met him. 📸 @jojaphoto (at Venice, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7St8Cbn3-C/?igshid=1k0bfop5xytt5

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Happy Sunday, friends✌️ (at Silver Lake, Los Angeles) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7PAQtmHqrk/?igshid=brswm6exd6m9

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lil ol‘ me and @jojaphoto are moving back to these parts of town... accordingly, we are spending our last two days in hollywood packing as opposed to baking, cooking, playing board games, fighting over politics or whatever everybody else is up to. #perfecttiming #shakespearebridge #happyholidays #loveyall (at Shakespeare Bridge) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6Ynmehn_0V/?igshid=9nwa1c133tfp

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here’s another scan from a new roll of film. this is from one of many desert trips that we did this year. looks like some kind of wishbone by hart‘s furniture store #29palmshighway #california #yashica #ebanalog (at Joshua Tree, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5R1USkHH9L/?igshid=15dpljhtc9c2g

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here’s another scan from a new roll of film. this is from one of many desert trips that we did this year. looks like some kind of wishbone by hart‘s furniture store #29palmshighway #california #yashica #ebanalog (at Joshua Tree, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5R06i9n-xP/?igshid=1js3q7eczbapk

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spent the afternoon cleaning a couple of scans of negatives of some recently developed rolls. it’s actually a lot of work but worth it every time. in retrospect, it often feels like a rediscovery when you go through the pictures from a particular trip or day.. #yasica #jellydonuts #forever #ishootfilm #ebanalog https://www.instagram.com/p/B5RfLcFHRiN/?igshid=zf63jl6d5hy4

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draw me and I‘ll take your picture—#berlin #cafecinema while waiting for friends to arrive. cheesy as it may sound but this was to become a really perfect afternoon - my last before leaving town again - catching up in a cozy, candlelit space with close friends over teas, coffees, then beers, oh, yes, and cigarettes. @adrian.rosenbergia i had only met briefly the day before at #stammhaus and we really needed more time before my departure. with him and most of my friends it had been a year since we’d last met. @lukscht came straight from vienna that afternoon. suddenly very abstract to think that he and @liselini____ had been roaming around LA just two or three weeks earlier. and how lucky am i that mr. @peterthemartin also made it out and joined us less than 24hr before @jojaphoto and I had to head back to california (side-note: peter, i want a sneak peek into your writing please). miss you all to pieces already. https://www.instagram.com/p/B46nFMbI9WS/?igshid=n9wbn401flfz

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Thank you @yovanlenz for taking these lovely photos and for making some quality LA memories with us this summer. I had no idea you were such a badass rock climber, my friend. Even after sleepless nights.. So glad we got to catch up in berlin for one hot second 😘 https://www.instagram.com/p/B44AEW6ok2e/?igshid=1jr53643htsg0

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back in LA https://www.instagram.com/p/B4wGyyDo2QX/?igshid=mq6xcbl7wu2w

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“this is space travel: like waking up swallowed by a crisp blue sky with no horizon / all previous thoughts instantly erased I’m slipping out of a heav ycloak of burning desert heat to crash into crystal clear, salty weightlessness/ under water the world feels like a blurry photograph. There is an absence of time even when I open my eyes to see you waving, your body floating above me like a distant memory / every single movement with a quality that keeps me in the endless now. Out of reach but connected beyond words and touch / all electrons swinging to the same tune, gently humming without making a sound your wind is caressing my trees” https://www.instagram.com/p/B4chL6QH4u8/?igshid=1xfc5dvcgwhw8

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at dusk in the desert.. this is back in late june. we were about to head over to @pappyandharriets to see @moonsville. can’t wait to go back out there. 📸 @faracitts (at Yucca Valley, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1mNkG_nJJe/?igshid=unwj2qe7c9wq

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“In front of the lens, I am at the same time: the one I think I am, the one I want others to think I am, the one the photographer thinks I am, and the one he makes use of to exhibit his art. In other words, a strange action: I do not stop imitating myself and because of this, each time I am (or let myself be) photographed, I invariably suffer from a sensation of inauthenticity, sometimes of imposture (comparable to certain nightmares). In terms of image-repertoire, the Photograph (the one I intend) represents that very subtle moment when, to tell the truth, I am neither subject nor object but a subject who feels he is becoming an object: I experience a micro-version of death (of parenthesis): I am truly becoming a specter.” -Roland Barthes #CameraLucida #yashica #ebanalog (at Walt Disney Concert Hall) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1biWAVnYkC/?igshid=1m18kpf747nan

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Zuma last summer #yashica #ebanalog (at Zuma Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1S7tkLHOAW/?igshid=1al7y7x1n9vau

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“I got nasty habits; I take tea at three.” -Mick Jagger #foundtherollingstones #skylightbooks (at Skylight Books) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1O10tOnPGA/?igshid=fsx1wnieiv73

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“what’s whole becomes fractured: a series of variants is generated, some better than you had imagined, others worse, all converging in an impulse to control what we see reflected through a more effortful arrangement of the hair, body, and face. Rather than reveal us to ourselves “as we are,” mirrors show the many different ways we might be, and press us to choose from among them the image that we want to project to the world. [...] But before there was any such thing as a mirror, human beings were still self-aware, possessed of an individualized sense of self; the only real difference, perhaps, was the degree to which we relied on others to view us. Because we could not witness ourselves, except with difficulty in pools of water, we needed others to see us, to make us visible. It seems hard, but not impossible, to imagine ourselves back into that earlier, more unencumbered state: knowing our bodies by how it feels to dwell in them, instead of by how they shift incrementally over the course of a day, or a lifetime.” from "Seeing Double" by Alexandra Kleeman (The New Yorker, May 9, 2016) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0txEFCnRe9/?igshid=1cu8h9zetxonn