Frank Hendriks Photography:
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm mad, I said I'm mad with you. I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. I might drown you, I might shoot you. I just don't know, because I'm mad!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Be always drunken, nothing else matters. And if sometimes, on the stairs of a palace, and the drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you, ask what hour it is; clock will answer you: "It is the hour to be drunken!”
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn't a professional, the knife had butter on it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It ends or it doesn't.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Day Play We play all day.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Depression - the assassin inside me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The deeper we go, the fewer the lights, the dirtier the buildings, the stranger the animals, but the more brilliant the graffiti.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
All my life’s buried here, heap earth upon it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's like watching London from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction - you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
This is my long-run forecast in brief.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Wonderful to be alive, but why does it always hurt?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Hangover, the electric needle, bad booze, bad women, madness in small rooms, god knows how I got so ugly. I guess it just comes from being slugged and slugged again and again, and not going down, still trying to think, and to feel.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Be persistent...... if that doesn't work be agressive.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Whisky is liquid sunshine.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you're dressed for my funeral, it's too casual. If it's just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Injury is likely. But if you worry about falling down, and never chance "up," the sky will remain forever out of reach.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It’s only after you’ve stepped outside your comfort zone that you begin to change, grow, and transform.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I’ve seen most of what there is to be afraid of in this world, and to tell you the truth, the worst of them are the ones that make you afraid in the light.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.
