For 8 hours, over two weekend days, I serenaded random passersby with improvised a cappella love songs. Complimenting their stylish clothes, beautiful faces, or lamenting their lack of interest in me. Most of the interactions were very pleasant, even the very inebriated man that told me my voice was bad and that I had no “passion” was nice in the end. Perhaps the highlight was the two young men who gave me money, one even returning later and giving me more.
Curated and organized by temporary home 22, part of the ruruHaus an initiative of Documenta 15
Photos by Laure Catugier