This is my favourite photograph from last few days. There is no story behind this photograph or any of my observations. Simply two women captured at the base of Queen Victoria statue: young girl texting someone on her mobile phone and the older lady having a cigarette.
This stylized watercolor image is an impressionist interpretation of an old photograph in my album. The photograph was taken 28 years ago. On the reverse side there is a dedication starting with words “I know you will forget …” February 15th, 1981
Monika, the young girl in this photograph has stayed like this in my memory for all these years. Young, half smiling and half sad. A flame that used to burn sky high. Long since then extinguished by distance and time.
Recently, I have come into contact with her again and in a single conversation the time has caught up with her. She is now a mature woman, with a job, family and everything else that is associated with adult life. Changed beyond recognition and not only in appearance.
So, here is a song, dedicated more to the girl from my memory rather than the contemporary Monika. Budka Suflera, my favourite Polish rock group sings “Martwe Morze” (English title: Dead Sea), which talks about a “frozen memory” with the chorus repeating:
That’s your fate
A frame frozen in time
Dead Sea standing around us
I there is no hope for any wind
World around us surges like swarm
This ardor endlessly lasts
World twirls biting on its tail
Only time advances forth
Today’s post is all about important means of self expression through hairstyles.
As I take photographs of people in the street there are certain characteristics that obviously attract my eye. Sometimes it is facial expression, situation and sometimes it is simply the shape of the face or the colour of person’s eyes.
Very noticeable are also some weird and wonderful hairstyles, everything from super short pixies to multi-coloured spikes and splashes to various dreadlocks.