I like people and I photograph. They are beautiful and innocent, their bodies dance to the music of the street. Pressed people, lovers, slender, soft, of laughing, sad or angry. Paris is a great scene that pulsates like a huge heart. His arteries carry full lives of genres, styles, wealth, poverty, joy and sadness often. I am an armed bystander […]
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