One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

There was something beautiful about a ghost town with the name of a cat

Why was this here? Who said it belonged? What did it mean, I asked my mother.

The man is wearing a necklace and a hat. Do these adornments mean something?

Since childhood, my dreaming life has been plagued by tidal-wave nightmares.

I’m taking a picture of a black picture. There’s nothing to see other than what’s reflected there.

The waiting and falling interested me the most; it felt like collaboration with wind.

Bianca and I didn’t know each other before our first shoot.

This phone booth is a place I’d like to visit, on a night that’s similar to this one.

She fills the grassy field with spectacular energy, her body a glowing root