The only thing that matters by Ilja Niederkirchner
People asked – you said.
I don’t understand – I said.
For me that topic was beyond debate. Your work had nothing to do with a superior male view on a beautiful young girl. Not even if the girl was crying nakedly most of the time. Not even if the girl was me. Just the opposite: it was your view on our life – calm but urgent as always – with no filters, no mercy, no time to lie or pretend or arrange to fit into social constructs and schemes. It was us and that’s the only thing that matters.