slugs

thick yellow slugs dot the path to hrelich. today is the first sunny day in a while and they crawled out to warm their oozing flesh. some slowly move across the gravel, crossing from one side to another, others lie motionless in their half-dried yellow guts. beginning from the stairs leading down from the railroad on the bridge and the entire twenty minute walk to the market people are selling things spread on the ground, clothes, metal parts, cosmetics, shoes. the market itself, hrelich, has existed for forty years, as i said, at the foot of the city dump mountain. its mostly run by gyspies who collect things through out the city and dumps and buy things in bulk. but others come there too to sell as a hobby, to talk, to bargain, to look at the others. the place has an atmosphere of twilight zone, tarkovski and gogol bordello, with an underlying sense of infinite posibilities and peace. some zagreb people call it church. living wednesday to sunday, hrelich to hrelich. im continuing with my disposable camera project and just finishing the second roll of twenty seven today. i cannon post any images here, too complicated technologically, so you will have to find me when i get back. may be ill have a whole exhibition of this, sound, photos, drawings. ill have to look for a space somewhere in boston. coming home from hrelich today we entered a fashion model shoot taking place at the apartment. minimal black while and beige shoot for a friend who is going to paris for fashion week. its like that here, trash and luxury inspiring each other, inseparable. met new people at the market, milan and friends. going to see them tonight. another crop of zagreb alternative underground intelligentsia scene... cheers