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The fragrance sent to the wind |
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You, a stranger, came to me. With a timid voice on the phone, you prevaricated and asked me to take some "art photos"… I was confounded and then somehow understood what you meant and asked for an appointment…
I was looking at the rays of the sun playing on your hair, reflecting on your pretty face in silence… and listening to your story with sadness. The story made me think about the poem “
The fragrance sent to the wind” by Xuan Dieu and the girl’s condition, but I still did not know how to express it in photographic language…
I could not sleep that night, thinking about your sad story. I then sat up and drafted some ideas in my book…
After taking many pictures, I still could not find a good one until I suddenly saw you toss your hair backward during a break. That moment gave me an idea for this work…
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