“And in our tired eyes the dawn sun is reflected
Let my cold hands warm your face
And we are sad and for five minutes, like strangers
But my hands are still on your cheek, on your cheek..”
Today I will have a photo work on the Ukrainian author Vladislav Khokhlan (better known as Hohlan). His song “Strangers” resonated with me with something quite close and understandable.
In general, this is a story about one person, but I don’t really want to share it. In short, for me it’s about people who don’t leave you, despite the fact that nothing has united you for a long time. And they appear in your life from time to time.
The work is not photoshop, a projector was used. Shot in one shot.
“Hell
Take me, kill me
In the morning, pretend like nothing happened
Hell
Take me, kill me
In the morning, pretend like nothing happened…”
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