Blua


Intimacy is when a person is to you what your favorite song is to you on a lonely day. It’s a bus ride you take by yourself to a place no one knows you’re going, and you just so happened to have the right amount of change in your wallet pocket. Intimacy is the brief seconds between making a wish and blowing out your birthday candles. Intimacy is a silence you share and engrave between fingerprints, it is the time stopping fire that ignites when you kiss the lips of the person you love. Intimacy is when you take a breath in the middle of a phone call with a long lost friend. Intimacy is your reflection when you get out of the shower. Intimacy is those moments you can’t fake.

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Sing to the seeds//"At least I can't say I didn't hazard a try, to embellish my joys. There will be no moment of silence when I die. Only a moment of noise."


Det känns alltid lite som en saga då man hittar fotografier i polisrapporter från 1920-talet, där brottslingarna får posera fritt inför kameran. Strike any pose. De skarpa ansiktsprofilerna mjuknar i ljuset och trots tappra försök till att se farliga ut framstår de mest som sorgliga. Borttappade moraler fångade på bild.

(Dessa två alltså. Har inga ord. "Brott okänt")

(källa: Daily News/New South Wales Police Department)

Mondays


(foto: Lindy Buchanan och Misma Andrews)

Amazonas


(foto: Danny Santos och Luana Errico)

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(foto: Mundo Mudo och Lori. text: elsewhere in wilderness )

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(foto: Ibai Acevedo)

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(foto: Anna Ådén)

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