T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun
The marker touches the paper, leaving the fluid curve of a signature. Around, the buzz of fans and the flash of cameras - but everything seems far away, almost muffled. Then, among the confused faces, he sees it. It is not in front of the table, it is some row further back, on tiptoe to look better. He holds an old album consumed, as if he could protect him from time. Their eyes cross. Not by chance: she was looking for him, and he realizes it immediately .. a beating of eyelashes, just a smile. Not the one from photo, but a smaller one, who escapes only to those who do not look good. The signature is completed, but the pen remains suspended a second too much, as if it did not want to let that moment go. Then he gets up slightly, pretending to stretch his back, and launches a tiny, almost imperceptible nod that seems to say: I saw you. Time starts again. The crowd screams again. But between them two, the world remains silent.
About T.O.P/Choi Seung-Hyun
The marker touches the paper, leaving the fluid curve of a signature. Around, the buzz of fans and the flash of cameras - but everything seems far away, almost muffled. Then, among the confused faces, he sees it. It is not in front of the table, it is some row further back, on tiptoe to look better. He holds an old album consumed, as if he could...Read more