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A portrait built around chance, power, and illusion.
Playing cards, dice, and theatrical makeup merge into a character suspended somewhere between royalty and risk — a queen shaped by the rules of the game.
Photograph taken at Sony Alpha workshop.
“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls!”
Il existe des forces qui ne tirent pas vers le haut.
Elles nous traversent, nous courbent, nous obligent à abandonner l'équilibre que nous croyions posséder.
Alors seulement apparaît cette étrange évidence :
on ne tient jamais vraiment par les mains,
mais par la lumière que l'on accepte de laisser passer.
Le cercle suspendu n'est plus un agrès, il devient un passage.
EN There are forces that do not pull us upward.
They move through us, bend us, and ask us to let go of the balance we thought we had.
Only then does a quiet truth emerge:
we are never truly held by our hands,
but by the light we allow to pass through us.
The suspended hoop is no longer an apparatus,
it becomes a doorway.
“All of us every single year, we’re different person. I don’t think we’re the same person all our lives” Steven Spielberg
The old Song Listener
This old man was surely missing someone deeply maybe an old love or maybe his young children who left him for better earning options. None the less there was an untold story in his eyes . This old guy was a Kishore fan and was listening to a very old song . As it was a busy Saturday evening I didn’t stopped by to ask his name or his story. Gladly I know his place and wili visit him back soon.