A glimpse of Cuba

my… Bristol friends in their moments of true torment. This is how I imagine them to be, beyond the garishness of house or circus after parties. A caring balance act of friends as they carry each other’s darings and insecurities through the night of life.

Lisbon – morning intermezzo

The brow was indeed quite grossly spread up. When awake. rarely down. Though it’s the left eye. A very sketchy hint to otherwise quite obvious shadows. So it’s surprising it’s not turned down more often. But maybe the wind. Or the light touches. Whomever’s.