… The wet pavement was pitch black and invited me for a walk in that late hour of the night. The air was fresh and I saw no reason t0 inhale and exhale calmly as I strolled downtown in this city. After carefully measuring my steps visually on the sidewalk and listening to the peculiar sound of the shoes made hitting the ground in my lazy walk, I was forced to raise my head due to a bizarre voice coming behind my shoulders… But nobody was behind me… “This is strange”, I said to myself while I scouted the dark street adorned with lots of colorful window showcasing well-known and less-known brands, as well as designer’s collection on various faceless mannequins of uncertain gender… These silent dummies wearing proudly elegant garments were gazing upon my unshaved face as I walked by the shop windows and were spitting from their inanimate heads words, sentences, occasionally even comprehensible phrases… I felt uneasy to shoot them. Yet… I know that to some of you, they might speak just as loud and clear as to me, these silent witnesses of the city life, who change their outfit or even outlook by the season, hear and see us humans walking by… and remain still, almost painfully lifeless before our daily thoughts… They just never age, never need to see a doctor or never fall in love. Next time, please do stare into their frozen faces…who knows, you might feel something uplifting… you might even feel lucky… to be alive. But we both know, dear reader… being alive and LIVE are two different stories… Indeed.
LIGHTS ON BODY & FACE 