Harmony Korine, William Eggleston and I had the idea to go on a roadtrip together from Memphis to Mississippi. Bill wanted to show us the house he grew up in and drive around in this empty vast land. We drove around for days. Miles and miles of dead barren cotton wool land, depressing countryside and abandoned towns. I asked Bill, ‘Where are we going? Where the fuck are you taking us?’ He replied laughing, ‘I wanted to show you nothing.’
(quot. Juergen Teller)

About ten years ago Juergen flew to Nashville. I picked him up at the airport. We drove to Memphis and got Eggleston. His son Winston also. We drove to Mississippi in the late night. The stars guided us through Tupelo and Jacksonville. We retraced some footsteps. We ate a Sonic Burger. We saw some dead deers hanging in the backyard. The booze was flowing. We had no real plans. No goals. Just followed the light. We drove like this for a few days. On the last night, Eggleston played us the piano. He was wearing black leather gloves. I think there was a pistol somewhere in the room. It was beautiful.
(quot. Harmony Korine)