I do not know what this image does to me exactly, but there is a definite puncture. There is a scene in Krysztof Kieslowski’s Three Colors: White where the main protagonist, Karol, has lost everything through the process of divorce and he is sitting in the subway playing a very sad Polish song with a comb on his mouth. He is so lost, yet can find something within himself to play a song, a very tragic, mournful and inconsolable song. To me, this scene about fate was enough to never forget the three films Blue, White and Red (links to IMDB); a must-see French film trilogy.
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great life document..I love it!
Kiewslovski was a great director, I’d met him in person too 😉
great photo too!
Wonderful photo, and a great story.
This photo touches me in so many ways! Awesome capture!
recuerdo este hombre.. es lo quien comia pizza todos los dias..
(gracias por tu mail, espero que tienes el deseo de tocar foto de ellos!)
Lucy, Kamen and Cortez