Fabian M. Franz

The pictures of Timur Lukas tell their own stories, effortlessly and devoid of pathos. You can see people at social gatherings or in moments when they are lost in themselves. The protagonists walk along a beach at dusk, secretly smoke their last cigarettes in a forest clearing or gaze into the distance, lost in thought. Their boxy trench coats, beige suits and floral dress give the impression that they have fallen out of time. There are familiar scenes that, somehow, we know about. We can compare, recognise, connect the dots.