THE UNKNOWN KNOWN – project "IT'S PERSONAL"

THE UNKNOWN KNOWN – project "IT'S PERSONAL"

Fragrance.

Gentle fragrance.

And nearly impossible to describe, delicate sweet scent, that can draw in people and insect…

In that unusually for an early spring hot and humid evening, the magnolia filled in the entire outdoors with its perfume.  It happened that the young stonemason was passing through the churchyard when suddenly he felt the matchless elusive scent of the magnolia tree.

He stopped tempted.  For a moment forgot where he was heading and picked one of the blossoms.  And then he smelled it, and smelled it, and smelled it…

It smelled just like the hair of the barefoot woman bringing them water at the quarries every morning and afternoon.  Breeze would whirl around his face the sweet bouquet of her hair.  That was always stopping him in his tracks.

Just like now – standing under the big magnolia tree, forgetting where he was heading, inhaling greedily the smell of spring, the smell of an unknown known, the smell of a hair of a woman he can’t even name.

He smelled it, and smelled it and smelled it…  he wasn’t able to help it.

Spring was intoxicating.

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LANGUAGE OF PHOTOGRAPHY AND LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES – INTERVIEW BY CARLA COULSON

LANGUAGE OF PHOTOGRAPHY AND LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES – INTERVIEW BY CARLA COULSON

THE RABBIT CATCHER - project "IT'S PERSONAL"

THE RABBIT CATCHER - project "IT'S PERSONAL"