THESE DAYS

NYC / Williamsburg / 1996

I arrived in NYC in the winter of 1995. I came to stay for a year, but I fell in love forever. On my way there, by chance, I found a cheap camera, so I started taking pictures of all the stories as I lived through them. I didn't develop them, though, or even looked at the negatives. I just kept them and brought them back with me - thousands of undeveloped photos, hidden away in a suitcase with collections of other writings, drawings and souvenirs from my past. Now, digitalized and reborn, I can share these grainy memories of something really good. Big, big time, boy.
— THESE DAYS is a visual diary of Jan Pautsch —
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The Piss of God

Blizzard. The city brought to a grinding halt in minutes. No cars, no people, no activity. Just snow and then the sound of fire engines. Then a moment I will never forget. A tall black man standing there, in the middle of St. Mark’s Place, crazed with laughter, his face stretched towards the dark, heavy sky: „Man, this is the piss of God.“

– January 1996 –