Melbourne: A love affair. A series of projections and interpretations of a city that i adore, but can’t have. This is Melbourne, from the eyes of an outsider.
#49. Vegie on Melbourne spring racing day
Melbourne: A love affair. A series of projections and interpretations of a city that i adore, but can’t have. This is Melbourne, from the eyes of an outsider.
#49. Vegie on Melbourne spring racing day
Melbourne: A love affair. A series of projections and interpretations of a city that i adore, but can’t have. This is Melbourne, from the eyes of an outsider.
#48. Brunswick street on a sunny day
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#6. I stood there waiting on almost 10 people passing by until i found this shot.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#5. Through the looking glass.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#4. Friends of R2D2.
trash cans. lol.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#4. Fleeting glimpse.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#3. The night is yours.
At Prague you can really own the night. Walk without directions, walk without intent, get lost and drunk in the sweet trance of the city.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#2. Stage of performance
Prague at night is beautifully orchestrated performance of architecture and artifical lighting. It IS staged, controlled, man - made. But I refused to believe it was. Prague has a knack of forcing your senses and subliminally convincing you that all these overly romantic feelings you develop in its presence is in fact, real. And for once, i really didn’t want to be convinced otherwise.
Prague. Floating in a dream-like state.
A place out of place, out of time, out of this world.
#1. Caught her gaze.
I remember walking past this silent, empty street in Prague that night. There was truly noone but me and my boyfriend. With each step we take, we could hear the soles of our shoes clink against the wet stone pavements, each glittering under the yellow tungsten street lamps, as if emitting a radiant glow of the past. It was a moment unlike any other. A moment of peace, of unexpected mystery awaiting to be discovered.
Nice. Memories of blue tranquility.
#6. Sleeping beauty.
It was early morning, clearly this beauty is just barely awakened from its slumber, she’s stirring, she’s stirring, and i waiting to unleash her full beauty as the day rises.
Nice. Memories of blue tranquility.
#5. Overwhelmed.
Exactly the word that came into my head as my eyes devour this panorama. What makes one view better than the other really? is it time? is it place? is it space? is it the surprise factor? I am not altogether sure. What I am sure about, really. is i enjoy these moments, i breathe in these moments. and i will hold these moments dear in my heart.
Subjective experience as Objective reality by Alice Labourel via The Draftery
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