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6 comments:
"out of control" again. Excellent capture. Thise kind of work reminds me of that of a very famous American photographer of the 40s/50s. I can't remember his name. Any ideas?
no, i don't know the guy. so what do you mean about the "out of control" horizontals and verticals?
I love this photo ... not sure whether it is because of 'out of control' horizontals and verticals or because of the feeling (warm, cozy, so not sophisticated, very natural) it creates.
am, what do yo mean not sophisticated?? i was aiming for sophisticated! just kidding. i was aiming for bineyeh 3iksheh mi3wajjeh mitl hal 7ayet.
Cold, damp and you get a feeling of anxiety and paranoia when in such a place,like someone is always watching you, Ohhh takes me back to London.
Strange, how a simple sight of an innocent visual frame can haunt you and deprive you of sleep, I see myself stuck between the walls, looked at by ghosts of people who once shook the earth, their rumbling steps turned silence, silence turned anxiety, short of breathe, pounding beats, aching eyes, I try to shut them, silence them, blind them, I try to sleep, innocence in lost... far away from home.
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