A year after becoming the toast of New York City's art scene, photographer Max Martin has lost his ability to take a decent picture. On the ...更多>
Mira: We're closed. Romeo: And then she just appeared, as if from a dream. Mira: Look, I'm sorry, we're closed. Romeo:
Please, we're on a journey!
Mira: What kind of journey? Romeo: We're looking for something: lost photographs... Cher's involved. Mira: Well, [Starts imitating a newscaster.] Mira: just hours ago, this young man beside me was in the possession of ten-- that's right, ten-- eight-by-ten glossy photographs and now he's lost them, frittered them away. Max here fears a life, a lonely life filled with despair, wandering around on the streets of New York a nothing, a plankton, a bottom dweller, a toothache, a tiny speck of dust that... everything.