This was taken more than six years ago in Belgrade. I love the woman’s melancholy gaze breaking through the reflection of the clouds. It’s one of my all-time favorite shots, captured spontaneously while waiting for a red light to turn green.
Mirrors –and the reflections associated with them– is this week’s #frifotos theme on twitter. Here are a dozen from those snapped over the past six years culled from my flickr stream, which I’m now starting to use again more regularly.
You got a favorite?
I couldn’t resist this snap of a beautiful stranger, on the EuroStar (ES) 9439, in a tunnel in Tuscany between Milano and Rome.
For some of you this one probably requires a short explanation.
If you guessed that the thing on the back wall of the mirrored reflection is a penis with flippers crawling to land a la Darwin wrapped in a boa-type thing, you were right.
This was part of an exhibit by Philippe Mayaux, winner of the Prix Marcel Duchamp in 2006, in Espace 315 at the Centre Pompidou back in summer 2007. In the room is “Tastings of her,” various body parts (not, real, of course), sliced, diced and laid out and displayed on fine porcelain. Says Mayaux:
I use bad taste in order to express my undisciplined freedom regarding what has to be beautiful. The sole function of artwork is to be seen, not to please.
The mirror is the outside wall of a small room which housed a varied collection of mounted hog noses. Snapped quickly and surreptitiously when attendants weren’t watching at the Centre Pompidou, Paris, 8-Jul 2007.
And finally, ending almost in the same position with which we started. This is on the Cisalpino (CIS) 37, from Lausanne to Milano, 11-Jul 2007. She didn’t know I was taking her picture. I hope she’s doing well.