at PS1.
Music, dancing, beer, crowd, pink ball, fire burning clouds, sunset, and finally the night falls.
Late summer.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
On the train
One of the very usual day, on our way back to the city.
Fleeting moments. Clounds. Moving scenes.
I guess I am often a nostalgia person - love the low resolution images that my iPhone produces, some times a little blurry, and I haven't got a clue how to control it - it captures my mood perfectly though. A bit like those Polaroid shots, faded and haunting.
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