No flash, no panels. Just the light the city leaves on: pharmacy neon, bus-stop screens, tired streetlights.
I started out of laziness, I'll admit it. Then I understood that low light forces you to actually look: where it falls, what it hides, how much noise you're willing to live with. Usually a lot.
These portraits are made that way. Some came out bad and stayed out. Some came out bad and stayed in, because it was the right person.
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the sequence
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#01He was waiting for someone who isn't me. The streetlight did the rest.#02The timetable light is ugly and lovely at once. Three frames, this is the one.#03I waited ten minutes for the right car. One came.#04Technically a self-portrait. Practically a ghost holding a camera.