When I bought a crazily expensive 26£-ticket for a Saturday night run of Magical Beasts I could only hope for one thing – not to be disappointed.
Well, what can I say, I really fucking was.
Oh, Regina Spektor, my Jewish love.
I was riding a bus home and I was exhausted. I was drowsy and bored and I had a camera with me, the one that I rented from the uni the day before. No agenda in my mind, I filmed people sitting around me; people and streets, 17 minutes in total, 17 minutes of footage that was gonna end up in the trash folder of my computer.
It was freezing that October in 2014, let me tell you that. Me and Ari went to the forest near my house and did a photoshoot, nothing too fancy – black jeans, sweater and cigarettes. Almost classic.