Gloomy weekend

Suddenly on the street

On Sunday I've been taking pictures of beautiful and talented Gosia. We aimed for this almost cliché fashion shoot with model crossing the street when this gang appeared ready to have their picture taken. We didn't even talk. They just stopped, I snapped the picture and they continued the walk. How surreal.

Dreadlocks

I spotted her last summer at the Grodzka Street. She didn't speak Polish (she was French as far as I remember), which came to me as a relief. I am very, very bad at talking to people, witch isn't really good for a wannabe photographer. Because she was foreign, it was easier for me, but it's hard to explain why. Maybe I felt safer because it would be unlikely to meet her again? Because then we would kind ok know each other, but not really.

I took a picture of her, because I really liked how her hair was done – the white ribbon, the green details. Dreadlocks influence one's style very much, but she seemed very comfortable with that.