I never really believed in him. I heard a lot of stories from Barcelona about him, but never really seen him. I started to believe he was just a myth, a modern Yeti, a figment of some very disturbed people imaginations. But then one day there he was, right in front of me. The world stood still and as he walked in the middle of the crowd. Faces froze with fear and amazement as he made his way through the streets in broad daylight.
Da, stiu, sunt un pervers 🙂 . Stau cu teleobiectivul la distanta si imi bag nasul in intimitatea publica a oamenilor… de sex feminin .
Lasand gluma la o parte, frantuzoaicele sunt foarte, foarte frumoase. Cam toate. Si pe langa frumusetea naturala au si o eleganta deosebita in feul in care se imbraca si se poarta.
Scuzati faptul ca multe dintre poze sunt oblice, “inclin” sa cred ca pe moment mi s-a parut ca ajuta la incadrare, dau mai mult dinamism fotografiei. Ceea ce poate e adevarat, dar puse una langa alta tind sa devina plictisitoare. Dar asta judecati si voi.
