The immigration officer reminds me of a good cop on Hill Street Blues, that’s why we picked his queue. When he asks us whether we’re married I tell him no, “but we are a couple” and apparently we were very successful photographers too. Classic. Lied my arse off before even officially entering the country. When we walk toward the luggage belt I grab his hand, the last time I had done that was eight months ago, just before we broke up. “I am sorry I told him we were a couple.” He smiles, thank God he smiles. It’s a genuine one because his eyes smile. “It’s okay,” he says, and I let go of his hand.
We made another zine. ‘A Man went up the Mountain’ is a collection photos Rebecca Rijsdijk took on a roadtrip in the US. It is a story about a lost love, with the great American West as a backdrop.
Limited edition of 30
250 and 120 grams Biotop
Printed by De Resolutie
Hand bound by De Boekenlegger