Today, I met Louis Goldstein, 23, who had just gotten himself a steaming hot pizza near Reuterplatz in Neukölln. I asked him what he was listening to and with a sly smile, he told me that it was Nothing Even Matters by Lauryn Hill.
I held his pizza while shooting him, afraid that it might get cold. But he was in no hurry and assured me – doesn’t even matter. What a smooth and soulful soundtrack for starting your evening! Listen below and watch how that needle runs through the grooves of street – a perfect symbol for A Commuter’s Soundtrack.