Calin Kruse: Hoodlums and vagabonds

A Riso-printed journal with single images about the last few years; a love letter to friends, strangers, places, roadtrips and the darkness.

[...] the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, ­desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like ­fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’

– Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Size: 13 x 19 cm, 64 Riso printed pages
Perfect binding
Edition of 200 copies, numbered
10 €
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