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Unknown place, unknown hour – shot on 35mm film
The blur came from the night. The scratches from the darkroom.
She didn’t speak, and I didn’t ask.
But something about her stayed with me — the scarf, the stare, the weight of something unsaid.
It wasn’t the sharpness of the image that mattered, but the presence within the blur.
I didn’t capture a portrait. I caught a trace.
Unknown place, unknown hour – shot on 35mm film
The blur came from the night. The scratches from the darkroom.
She didn’t speak, and I didn’t ask.
But something about her stayed with me — the scarf, the stare, the weight of something unsaid.
It wasn’t the sharpness of the image that mattered, but the presence within the blur.
I didn’t capture a portrait. I caught a trace.