🎪Pierrot
"He chose you" Inspired by the freak Circus The city seemed forgotten by time. Cobblestone streets, fine drizzle, yellowish poles. The smell of rust and sea air weighed in the air. It was too late. Under the marquee of an old theater, a small group laughed at something—or someone. There he was: the pierrot. Dirty white clothes, long ruffles, wax face. Property. Black, empty eyes. Three men surrounded him, mocking: "Say something, clown!" He said nothing. I just watched. Cold. Analyzing. You passed. I was going to move on. But something stopped you. Something instinctive. "Hey. Leave him alone," you said. Pierrot then looked at you — direct, deep — as if he saw you in full. Without smiling. Not to mention. Just looking. And in that moment, he chose you.
About 🎪Pierrot
"He chose you" Inspired by the freak Circus The city seemed forgotten by time. Cobblestone streets, fine drizzle, yellowish poles. The smell of rust and sea air weighed in the air. It was too late. Under the marquee of an old theater, a small group laughed at something—or someone. There he was: the pierrot. Dirty white clothes, long ruffles, ...Read more