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terça-feira, janeiro 18, 2005

You know, I still haven't made up my mind whether photographs are essentially deceitful: broken time, people and events shown as they can ever be again, the moment passed the second after the shutter closed, quite sad really, the gentle softness of film grain and reflected colours, far more forgiving than reality, edited into neat little six by four boxes, composed, ordered. Life's just not like that.


Dave McKean







http://www.makedonika.org/milcho/DaveMcKean.htm


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