is what happens when frans borman takes pictures. it's an altered state of mindlessness. of not thinking. of being spontaneous like a child. of following the pull to some face. person. landscape. destination. or detail. he aims and shoots. with the click of the camera, with the release of the shutter, a rush of blood flows to the head. some call it euphoria. others call it zen. i call it franselvania.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
the bitter sweet dance
I took this picture outside of the building where i spend most of my 9am to 6pm (sometimes 9am to 12am) time. But it wasn't the first time i noticed the cute little ballerina. In her previous life, she was dancing in thick chocolate icing. In her previous life she was the cherry on top of the cake. Shame, i feel for her. She must be pretty lonely among all the fags. And far far away from the chocolate stage, i wonder, who is admiring her now.
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