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| Lips. Light. A trick of the eye. |
I was experimenting, placing familiar objects under unfamiliar angles. And suddenly, there it was: a face I didn’t expect. Lips parted, frozen mid-breath. A cigarette caught in time, glowing with no flame.
I didn’t go looking for this image. I set the stage, and let it happen.
Photography — and life — can work like that.
Sometimes it’s not about control, but attention.
The moment appears when you’re open to seeing it.
We live surrounded by mirrors that aren’t made of glass.
Anything reflective can hold a piece of you: a surface, a shadow, a screen, a joke gone strange.
And sometimes, those surfaces whisper back.
Location: Home, Portugal
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