Oil on Canvas

Portrait of a man with a broken Pikachu hat at Frankfurt Central Station.

I see a lot of misery when I’m in Frankfurt. The other day, a pretty woman in her forties, naked, with just a blanket around her shoulders, crouched on the pavement next to a kiosk on Berliner Straße, while humans drank their after-work beers next to her.

Or the man with the broken Pokemon Pikachu cap at the main railway station. I meet him there almost every morning.

There are bars in the Bahnhofsviertel district, like PLANK! They are very chique with many bankers and hipsters. You drink after-work negroni while next to you, homeless people and humans heavily marked by drugs rummage in the ashtray looking for fags – as if it were a trendy-asi backdrop for the bar visitors.

Who’s looking at whom?