girl next door

2000

artist book / Edition of two / 44 pages

Only after my wife forbid my cigarette smoking in the apartment and I stood on our balcony in the evenings, usually freezing, to satisfy my nicotine addiction, did I notice her. The woman in the apartment across from me. Usually she cooked in her one-room apartment. Green pullover, rollers in her hair, sometimes scantily clad. Since I stood in the dark, I started to develop an image of her on these evenings when I saw her. 

Was it probably the desire for my cigarette that betrayed me? Sometimes the window shades remained open until she went to bed…….

During this time my wife called me “peeping Tom”, which as one of her banned smokers, I didn’t think was very fair.