"Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will... "
Lyrics by Don McLean
The Swarovsky Sho Window
at Kärntner Strasse at Christmastime.
My images are only a poor reflection
of this magical work of art:
A magical ice cave filled with Christmas miracles
and hidden treasures -
the traditional daily opening of the
Advent calender begins on December 1.
Concept and realization:
a note hanging
in the shop window)
R e p o s t