Some might remember the infamous google game. An ongoing online experiment of randomness. This time I googled the German word Umarmung, to be translated as embrace. I love 90s sepia kitsch. /HORST
Two households, both alike in dignity. In fair Paris, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. /HORST
The notion of loss. The notion of sex. Somehow every scene seemed to touch my heart. And I am not afraid to admit my emotional surrender. We all feel we are in the need of a reason in life, a logic sense, a destination. And we tend to project this desire onto a thing called love. Somehow we all fail. /HORST
"Why don't you love me? Tell me, baby, why don't you love me When I make me so damn easy to love? And why don't you need me? Tell me, baby, why don't you need me When I make me so damn easy to need? I got beauty, I got class I got style, and I got ass And you don't even care to care" /HORST
I fell in love with this movie from the very first minute. A young Richard Gere learning Swedish while hanging upside down a rail to work out. A young Richard Gere talking about love while strips of light texture his naked body. /HORST
Don't take the lyrics too literally. But I think we all need more cheesyness in our lives. And if it is not love we can ask for, maybe it is tenderness. /HORST
It's been a while (have a look at Part I) but now we met again: The pig and the Horst. The swine is a bit older and bigger now (the question is which one?), but also our love has grown. The force of attraction has remained unchanged.
Photos Ryan Pfluger, Anna, Baltimore Andrew, Christian Aschman, Dino Dinco.
I want to lay my head on your stomach. I wanna hug you, feel your beard, your breath. I want to fall asleep beside you. Every night. Sometimes sweaty, sometimes drunk. Just to know that you are there. /HORST