Accidentally I found this photo;
A woman on the street, wearing a polka dot dress...she walks with confidence...She looks like happy even though we do not see her face... I wonder where she goes? Does she know that someone is taking her picture?
I love her dress.
I love her shoes.
I admire her in some way not knowing who she is....
I knew Stanley Kubrick through his movies, not photographs. Now when I found them, I am fascinated...
(my english is terrible)
A woman on the street, wearing a polka dot dress...she walks with confidence...She looks like happy even though we do not see her face... I wonder where she goes? Does she know that someone is taking her picture?
I love her dress.
I love her shoes.
I admire her in some way not knowing who she is....
I knew Stanley Kubrick through his movies, not photographs. Now when I found them, I am fascinated...
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Kubrick's images are exceptional...and narrative...they tell the stories but it is the recipient that creates the beginning and end.
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(my english is terrible)








