Ingo Maurer
New York City: ‘Helloooooo. My name is INGO, and I MAKE LIGHT!’ Forty years ago, this is the first thing my new handsome upstairs neighbour announced to me in his booming voice as he barged into my Tribeca loft and began whirling in circles like a dervish one stoned Saturday afternoon. Then, ‘I just moved upstairs….
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