The letter

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A couple of years ago I has having lunch at the usual place when I notice this beautiful girl I haven’t seen before. A very discreet young woman in her late 20’s, maybe early 30’s, brunette, dark eyes…

She was not beautiful in an obvious way, but everything about the whole “ensamble” felt so gracious, so feminine, so delicate.

Day after day I couldn’t keep my eyes off. Aesthetically I was in love with her.

I do believe that people have a border around them. It’s an invisible but nevertheless a very much real one. I’ve done some crazy stuff, approaching people in the heat of the (photographic) moment. Trespassing that border, doing what it takes, saying what it takes to get the shot. Or not… by doing it stealth mode…

Not this time, this was becoming a premeditated photographic crime. There she was, a beautiful and gracious woman who didn’t knew I existed and there I was, checking her out day after day, figuring out how to persuade her to let me take her picture.

So… being the brilliant mastermind that I am, I came up with a master plan: I would write her a letter!

Yes, yours truly sat down one night and wrote that girl a very nice letter.

I understand that some of you guys are laughing now. Judging by my English skills, I suck at writing but trust me, I’m much more skilled in Portuguese!

So… the next day, at lunch time, I got up and went to her.

I introduced myself and gave her the letter in a very nice and polite way. I could see she was embarrassed but she smiled and accepted it.

A smile is always a good sign right?

I never saw her again… ever… and I mean ever.

I do believe that people have a border around them. When we try to cross that border anything can happen. However, very once in a while someone comes along that makes us cross it despite the outcome.

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I’m not really taking any new pictures. I’m still waiting for surgery and I feel like sinking a little more every day. I can’t hardly walk, I take about 3 minutes to get in or out of the car and I have to move very slowly as any fast movement causes a sharp pain.

I’m on hold and I fucking hate being on hold.

 

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Gear:
Zero Image 2000

Recipe:
Kodak Trix 400
Adox APH 09
1+25
9 min

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11 comments
  1. David said:

    Excellent story. We have to hear what does not work as well as what does work.

    • Thank you David. Either way I got myself a story 🙂

  2. I have a border. People constantly hug me. I mean strangers in the grocery store, coffee shop, wherever. I have learned to accept it because it is usually harmless and good natured … but I really don’t understand it. Ever hug someone to get their photo? 🙂

    • That is absolutely amazing! Love it!
      You must have the greatest aura.

      Yes I’ve had my share of hugging and let me tell you, it’s an awesome way to connect. 🙂

      • The funny part is I’m actually pretty grumpy. Maybe, people think I need a hug. Haha

      • The Universe works in strange ways! 🙂

  3. ‘I do believe that people have a border around them. It’s an invisible but nevertheless a very much real one. I’ve done some crazy stuff, approaching people in the heat of the (photographic) moment. Trespassing that border, doing what it takes, saying what it takes to get the shot. Or not… by doing it stealth mode…’

    Pulled this out, because I have the same feeling. Stealth mode is quick and painless. Then something kicks in and you’re drawn to the conversation. The conversation can take you anywhere. It can last for what seems to be forever as you watch one after the other photograph walk by. But, we do try and have that conversation, somehow. It always looks like people are busy. Very absorbed in their world. I walk away after the chat, having got myself a couple of frames, and I’m thinking they are no different to you or me. A bit of love goes a long way. t.

    • Yes Tim, love does go a long way.
      In the end I’m happy for having the opportunity to say, in writing, to a complete stranger: I think you are beautiful.

  4. yummania said:

    i loved the story Paulo.this is beautiful and heartfelt.
    btw i didn`t know you`d undergo a surgery…hope everything will be great soon.
    hugs,
    Eni

    • Thank you dear Eni. I’ll be fine, I’m sure, but the wait is killing me. Emotionally and physically.

      • :/
        all i can do is send you some virtual hugs..

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