That hair ends up, who knows how, on the floodlight lens, distracting violently the public from the story.
Suddenly, that imperfection has more fascination that the movie itself.
Equally suddenly, it disappears. And for a moment, we miss it.
Suddenly, that imperfection has more fascination that the movie itself.
Equally suddenly, it disappears. And for a moment, we miss it.
These photographs are a personal diary taken along the road of life and ON life.
Thank you!