can your lens break my mask in pieces?
June 18, 2015 - single portrait
her eyes caught me from the first beginning. i never told a girl or a woman that she had beautiful eyes. if it ever was a rule, i broke it. she really wanted to be photographed more than all other punk kids i once met on a huge train station before we all got dismissed by the police (please read the full story here). she used it like a kind of mirror and a test ground for how good her mask ball works out. she played with the camera like an actor … or a sad clown. she didn’t want to make it easy for me but to discover what doesn’t lie on the surface. she also made a few verbal insinuations, but when i asked her to explain she showed me a goof ball smile and kept playing. she showed me hundred different faces, and this is one of them.
i cannot tell you everything i know about her, and even if i rarely make any promises i’ll keep my word.
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