Writing late becomes usual, we are always too late. Boris was my alter ego and I was his alter ego. Now that he is no longer here, I can be honest.
Russia as a dream
6-18-67
Photodiary
Leningrad. Stimmen einer belagerten Stadt
Diário da Pandemia
Letter in Motion to Gilles Jacob and Thierry Fremaux
Bidding Adieu: A Video Diary
Sebastian and Jonas Leaving the Party
PLEH
Every Wall is a Door