portraitdienst / double exposure


„laughter like rasping wood 
and on the phone turkish i don’t understand, 
a language the shape of an aubergine. 
perhaps they like to hoist furniture into the air, 
or a child they love. 
smells of damp wood and leaves, 
olive oil and peace.“ 

from a prose portrait by julia weber (2018)


at a literature festival in basel you could sit for a double portrait: julia weber wrote sketches in poetic prose. i tried photographic instant portraits. there were typewriter tunes and developer fumes, unrushed smells to forgotten soundscapes.




a contribution to the literature festival buchbasel (november 2018)

thanks to mariann bühler & colleagues for the hospitality.