WHO?
Marie
WHERE?
Bonn, Germany
WHAT?
"Great Tattoos! Really beautiful."
HOW did she react?
She said "Thank you."'
HOW did I feel?
Marie seemed like a cool girl. I appreciated the naturalness with which she let me capture her tattoos. And the clarity with which she said no to a picture of her face.
She was sitting on campus and smoking a cigarette when I spotted her. I gazed at her tattoos, once, twice. They were very tasteful. Some unexpected beauty between grabbing another coffee, smoking a cigarette and getting back to work.
Busy with her Iphone she didn't look up at first. I wasn't sure what language to talk to her in. She could have been from anywhere, with a ring through her nose and a pair of skinny jeans. When I went up to her and asked if she spoke German it turned out she'd seen me in class before. And yes, she did speak German. She had green eyes. They looked right into mine.
We chatted. Her voice stayed leveled. And friendly. She was more of a laid back dude than a pink chick- or Perlen Paula, the Bonn version of that-, leaning to the wall behind her. I enjoyed how real she was.
We talked about cliches and how they're true for many students of philosophy:T here are the unique kids. Everything about them is different from the crowd. And there are people firing away complicated statements just for the sake of saying them. Not because they burst with content but with fancy names. There are the seniors who reenter University for sharing their life experience. They like to talk. A lot. And there are the crazy professors... Marie and I agreed on all of them. We smiled at each other.
I felt ok. She reacted slightly different from the previous candidates. Less all over the place, more down to earth. It was an interesting change of colors to the complimenting game.
ANYTHING ELSE (thoughts on the project, changes, observations?)?
Nah.
Marie
WHERE?
Bonn, Germany
WHAT?
"Great Tattoos! Really beautiful."
HOW did she react?
She said "Thank you."'
HOW did I feel?
Marie seemed like a cool girl. I appreciated the naturalness with which she let me capture her tattoos. And the clarity with which she said no to a picture of her face.
She was sitting on campus and smoking a cigarette when I spotted her. I gazed at her tattoos, once, twice. They were very tasteful. Some unexpected beauty between grabbing another coffee, smoking a cigarette and getting back to work.
Busy with her Iphone she didn't look up at first. I wasn't sure what language to talk to her in. She could have been from anywhere, with a ring through her nose and a pair of skinny jeans. When I went up to her and asked if she spoke German it turned out she'd seen me in class before. And yes, she did speak German. She had green eyes. They looked right into mine.
We chatted. Her voice stayed leveled. And friendly. She was more of a laid back dude than a pink chick- or Perlen Paula, the Bonn version of that-, leaning to the wall behind her. I enjoyed how real she was.
We talked about cliches and how they're true for many students of philosophy:T here are the unique kids. Everything about them is different from the crowd. And there are people firing away complicated statements just for the sake of saying them. Not because they burst with content but with fancy names. There are the seniors who reenter University for sharing their life experience. They like to talk. A lot. And there are the crazy professors... Marie and I agreed on all of them. We smiled at each other.
I felt ok. She reacted slightly different from the previous candidates. Less all over the place, more down to earth. It was an interesting change of colors to the complimenting game.
ANYTHING ELSE (thoughts on the project, changes, observations?)?
Nah.