It began—as all modestly deranged ideas do—over a suspiciously perfect flat white in Berdorf.
“Let’s ride through Luxembourg with your Hasselblad and my thighs of steel,” said Claire, my biking companion, blonde, fearless, and radiating the serene energy of someone who can fix a dropped chain and critique your choice of ISO.
Between us: two bikes. Hers a lean gravel beast called Luna, built for speed and drama. Mine, Savanna—a sand-colored Ruffian e-bike that looks like it belongs in a post-apocalyptic Wes Anderson film. Thick tires, soft curves, and an ego somewhere between camel and café racer. I strapped the Hasselblad 500 to my back like a misunderstood weapon from another era. Digital back and Portra 400 loaded. Because indecision is a lifestyle.
[Music] it started with foam too smooth to trust Claire sip and said bike a bus She had thighs like steel eyes on the map I had 6×6 dreams and a film in my lap Her name was Luna a gravel queen Mine was Savannah silent clean We rolled through mist and treeine gold with portraed bold and cold [Music] Gravel and grain moss and rain Shooting square frames with analog pain Clarides wild I shoot slow zone focus Love in the sandstone glow 12 frames a day We’re halfway gone State powered hearts keep rolling on [Music] Tunnel vines and tax evasion air Soft box light and cinematic flare Claire struck poses she didn’t mean a renaissance mood in light green I squeeze my through sacred stone Clare held my ruffian and muted a groan better be worth it She said dead pan click It was trust the plan Gravel and grain moss and rain square frame drama on Luxembourg terrain Claire climbs hills I chase the light Digital nerves an analog night 12 shots deep one frame divine The film don’t lie but it sure takes time [Music] But it sure takes time Meter for shadows Don’t trust the screen Your ISO’s wrong Your legs are not This is not a test This is Claire on Luna climbing like it’s Rome but it’s b [Music] dinner smoked like Viking lore The chef was built for metaphor Cla filmed fire with Olympus pride I framed a steak like Christ had to die Back in the grunt the willows cried She leaned on Luna closed her eyes I shot the silence Soft and square medium format knows what’s there Gravel and grain light in line 6×6 dreams in golden decline From tunnels green to cobbled grace I chase the shot she set the pace Portra sings and pixels stay But Claire and Luna stole the day Click wind frame done But she’s still laughing somewhere past bullsh [Music]