there’s literally like 3 receipts some dust and a pen idk why anyone would care
She is the enigma. A delicate ashen butterfly all so ardently believe they can clasp between their hands to examine, only for her to slip silently between their fingers with effortless grace.
A dark, mysterious silhouette lurking in the shadows at the back of the room, a phenomenon forever on the…
“For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.” –Henri Cartier-Bresson, born on this day in 1908.