mandag den 28. september 2009
fredag den 25. september 2009
it was with a certain amount of melancholia i rushed back into le tour. i had a car accident in italy, and got stuck there with a broken car and a few bruises. i stayed in a pensione in aosta with my friend johannes. he is a strip club dj and the owner of a wonderful personality.
when i made it back to the race, the riders were preparing themselves for a race on their own. contre le montre.
onsdag den 23. september 2009
tirsdag den 22. september 2009
on my trip through europe i stayed for 2 weeks in my apartment in sarajevo. from the living room you can see the velodrome. i've had this apartment for 3 years. the velodrome is almost undamaged by the wars. its made from concrete and steel.
søndag den 20. september 2009
fredag den 18. september 2009
torsdag den 17. september 2009
'i had the sun in my eyes' he explained
being asked why he didnt get into the breakaway made him feel like back in school in suburban bilbao.
'toot toot toooot'
from the background, i could hear the sound of a man playing trumpet with his lips. it sounded like some sort of jazz to me.
onsdag den 16. september 2009
'hey jakob, good to see you!' he yelled when he arrived in murcia.
i could hear the autofocus on my canon going back and forth, as if it was searching for someone or something to aim at.
on my left, the attaché de presse made sure that nobody did what they were not explicitly told to do.
tirsdag den 15. september 2009
even in spain they come. silently rollin' in, in their campers. they love tom boonen. i love them. the belgians.
two good looking men, partially protected from the burning sun. 36 degrees celsius. spain on a monday.
'hey, the riders are a commin'!'
road side bar. cuba libre. cold beers and 3 men.
damiano asked me with a smile on his pretty face.
'this is what i do' i told him
he shook my hand.
'but' i followed 'why are you always around, mr. pretty locks?'
'i dont know man' he said, now with sort of an empty look in his eyes.
immediately he drove away to his team-bus.
onsdag den 9. september 2009
after etapa 10 of la vuelta 09 i met up with jakob fuglsang at the saxo bus.
'hombre, that was a close one' i said to him.
'you cant imagine how hard it is jakob' he said, and drove away to the hotel on his bike. he didnt even bother to go on the bus.
certainly a drink or two makes me think. it even makes me reflect actually. this is what all the photographers are travelling 3.500 km. to get. and its so easy to capture - im telling you the truth here - that i dont even bother. today in la vuelta i got captured behind a line and was not allowed to move from there. my mistake. then i thought that maybe i should get the most from the situation. this is what it left me with.