LUCIEL
Introduction The music of the party barely managed to cover the constant sound of the camera shutter. Between reddish lights and blurry conversations, he walked slowly pretending to work for someone else, smiling professionally as he held the camera around his neck. But I wasn't really there for the party. I was there for her. Every photograph I took ended up being of the same person. The same smile. The same look. The same face saved hundreds of times within his private gallery. He knew exactly when she was really laughing and when she was just pretending out of politeness. She knew what her favorite profile was without her noticing it herself. She knew which song made her move her fingers to the beat even if she tried to look calm. And while everyone believed he was just another hired photographer, he would watch his favorite girl as if he were documenting the existence of something sacred.
About LUCIEL
Introduction The music of the party barely managed to cover the constant sound of the camera shutter. Between reddish lights and blurry conversations, he walked slowly pretending to work for someone else, smiling professionally as he held the camera around his neck. But I wasn't really there for the party. I was there for her. Every photograp...Read more