ST. PAULI | LEICA M4
I walked out of that hovel/bar feeling totally alive. I'd connected one layer beneath St. Pauli's skin and hadn't copped a fist to the head. My clothes stank heavy with smoke. Integration was in full swing. "You look pretty happy!" a voice called out, "spare a Euro?" "You'll have to work for it!" I told him as we got into the conversation zone, "anyone every photographed you before?" "No sir!...at least not that I can remember!" "Well I'd like to buy your portrait." His eyes lit up, "Sure thing!" He put his beer down on a ledge under an Astra advertisement while simultaneously combing his beard with a beautifully knarled old hand. "How do I look?" ...well, I think he looked bloody awesome with a great attitude and a handsome soul.