Pamela Russmann, Photographer.

I live and work in Vienna.
All picture copyrights by Pamela Russmann.
contact: pamela.russmann@gmail.com
Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

"Do you disapprove of television commercials that feature animated food, for instance biscuits that dance and jump into the cheese?" - Erlend Loe, “Naive. Super”

"Do you disapprove of television commercials that feature animated food, for instance biscuits that dance and jump into the cheese?" - Erlend Loe, “Naive. Super”

"So what were you feeling?"
- “Angry.”
"What about?"
- “Nothing. Just…life.”
  - Nick Hornby, “About A Boy”

"So what were you feeling?"

- “Angry.”

"What about?"

- “Nothing. Just…life.”

  - Nick Hornby, “About A Boy”

"She falls for the quiet boys
the shy boys
with their heads tilted down
watching their feet
their hands in their pockets.”
- found on the internet

"She falls for the quiet boys

the shy boys

with their heads tilted down

watching their feet

their hands in their pockets.”

- found on the internet

If you could only keep one memory, what would it be?

If you could only keep one memory, what would it be?

"Each of us should have the feeling, even if only for once in our life, of having someone so entranced by us that every inconsequential thing about us becomes an object of fascination." - Caren Lissner

"Each of us should have the feeling, even if only for once in our life, of having someone so entranced by us that every inconsequential thing about us becomes an object of fascination." - Caren Lissner

Obviously there has to be a story there.

Obviously there has to be a story there.

"I was lying to you, baby, when I said my love grew cold." - Wyatt Music, ‘Attention’

"I was lying to you, baby, when I said my love grew cold." - Wyatt Music, ‘Attention’

You might as well enjoy it.

You might as well enjoy it.

All we are saying.

All we are saying.

We move in circles.

We move in circles.

Although I know it wasn’t real, I still wake up breathless.

Although I know it wasn’t real, I still wake up breathless.

I like us better when we´re wasted.

I like us better when we´re wasted.

And I imagine conversations that I know we would have had.

And I imagine conversations that I know we would have had.

"What stars, what thought and sadness up above, and what ignorance below." - Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading

"What stars, what thought and sadness up above, and what ignorance below." - Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading