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Once, a buddy of mine, a photographer, rather lost,
nostalgic of the Sixties, a rather solitary figure, shooting with his
LEICA... taught me that the word photography, originates from Greece and
means: writing with light. I found this remarkable. As a homage to him, I
intended to realize a somewhat extraordinary photograph, having in my mind
his love for life: a broken bulb which continues to give light all the
same. To complicate the matter, I set everything on crumpled tin foil.
That cost us 17 photographs, the lights fused 17 times, for only one
successful shot. You only live once too!
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