Stories with pictures and sometimes the other way around.
Tricia, un autre jardin.
Remember, the best light comes out at sunset.
Before I picked up a camera and went all photo-geek, I used to breakdance. Quite frequently actually. It was a time of my life when I thought being on the outside looked cool, and spinning on a floor raised my attractiveness levels to astronomical heights.
Oh, the things an actual relationship will teach you.
I don’t dance as much as I used to but it’s refreshing to watch the real enthusiasts go at it. Breakdancing is a language as universal as music. It’s aggressive, artistic, and oddly political.
And it’s a part of me I’ll never forget.