Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Hallway to the past, a Mexicain girl.

At my grandfather's old house, my favorite room is the bathroom where light floods through the skylight. The photography of Alana above the claw-foot bathtub is one of my earliest fascinations with the image. The photograph has a quality that captures the light; transforming it into a slight fade that bleeds time. Or perhaps it breathes timelessness?

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