the tensions and the melancholy of the individual tumbling through a world of wonder staring back at him or her with disinterest are at the heart of florian geiss’s gimme shelter (published at hatje cantz). existential and remote at the same time, and deeply rooted in the bold cinematography of wim winders and jim jarmusch, geiss’s often sunsoaked pictures transcend their apparent randomness, arriving at a snapshot of mankind’s lack of orientation on a planet with which it keeps losing touch.