Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Those i'll never take a portrait of

Matej, R.I.P.
I don't think you'll ever know how some people liked you.


Turquoise V. said...


Pix said...

Funny enough, if we had met ten years earlier, we would have had one of those mentally challenged ridiculously passionate and oh so bad sex affairs - and I never even bothered to remember his real name. He bought me hundrets of coffees, dozens of chocolate, sometimes we would talk hours on end. He liked me because I was probably the only person crazier than he was. He wanted my face to be the last he sees, but I told him I don't think enough of him to get myself into such a traumatic experience. Something like that you do for those you love - I just thought he was photogenic. 'Course I never had the chance to find out.