The Eyes
When I saw this girl in Regents Street, waiting for her bus, I thought I had met a ghosts. Her colors, the hat she wore, the pose of her body, the frail voice she used to allow me to take a photo of her. Everything was totally timeless, as if I had fallen in a place far away.
When I took the photo I wanted to keep the bus stop in the frame, it was something that bind me to the reality of this strange, almost frail girl. She kept her arms folded, without moving and I almost felt a thief taking her photo, even if I asked her.
When the film was developed and I saw this shot, I was extremely pleased. The feeling this shot gave me (and give me now as well) is strong and good.
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